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Sunday, December 28, 2014

Guitar Lessons

So I Have A Guitar Now...

And I would love it if anybody could just add a comment below and give me some advice since I've never picked one up before until today and I'm pretty sure I'm not playing it right. Websites (must be free lessons), youtube videos, and names of books would be helpful. Thanks a lot guys!!! Stay lovely!~

There he (yes, I'm calling it a he, cuz I bet dudes call it a she) is. Beautiful, right? It's a Yamaha!!!

Off to the world of practicing!!!

Feelings 12.28.14

Ever Feel Like Family Has Got You Down...

I love my family very much, but the fact that we are so dysfunctional (thank goodness not in a horrible neglectful way, just in a argumentative way) always get's me thinking what it would be like to not have them. So I ask myself the question, "Why can we never make up? Forgive and forget? Make up and promise to come to a compromise? Why do we not do that?" Here's a little something I wrote down last night at midnight.


I have always wondered how it feels to have no family at all. Not an orphan, not disowned, not divorced, not left behind, not anything at all where you once belonged with someone. No. How is it like to start off from scratch? Born by parents, but never growing up with anyone to take care of you. I honestly believe it would be hard, but so much more better! Worthwhile, even!

All the bad things that happen when you have a family can alter your well-being drastically. Imagine a world without having to worry about anyone, just yourself. No more wondering if your sister will tell your secrets to mom or dad--in fact, you'll have no secrets at all! It's only you, no one else! Will your brother ever give you back that action figure? Who knows? It could be lost by now, maybe broken, right? Without them you own everything. There's no sharing either and you never have to worry if mom and dad will stop fighting. You never have to worry if family members will continue fighting without making up. You'll never have to worry about being disowned or having to pretend.

There is so much pretending that I couldn't even start. You have to pretend to like people! You have to pretend to be someone else! You have to pretend like you care! Maybe if family accepted more easily it could work, but in this world every family is dysfunctional.

No one gets along, everyone talks behind each others backs, no one tried to understand, they make you feel horrible and expect you to take it as advice. Why? I don't get it!

Without a family, you'd only have to understand yourself, but unfortunately this is impossible and definitely not plausible! Everyone starts off as a baby who cannot care for themselves, so if left unattended they will die an that is why you can't not have a family.

In my own experience I would say, being told bad (at least to me and an example I will give you is that I am always being told that I make no sense, that I'm weird, that I'm too smart for my own good) things and no one caring, well it hurts because no one ever tries to hear you out. Having to deal with hearing all the problems going on in your family sucks, too. All I ever wanted was for us to get along.

When I turn 18, I'm going to make myself better than all of this. Overcome it! I will show them that even though we all struggled, we can try again. Believe me, it will be heard,  but I am willing to do it.



It's true, I sometimes wonder if they ever realize this.


I wish my family could be like a perfect portrait. Every picture we were in smiling together having a good time, let's go back to those moments.


But I want them all to be there for me and the one's who are there for me never hear me out. They only hear me out when it's something they agree with, but when it isn't you're sure to hear them get mad at me.


Sometimes I love my friends more than my family, is that bad?


Yeah, I don't think our family will ever get back together and make up. Why would they do that? We used to be so happy, all of us together, but now it's like we don't even care anymore.


Why...can't we just...get along?

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

In Regards To The Story 12.23.14

In Case You Were Wondering What The Side Girl Characters Look Like...

This is Malerei Mont, she dresses like an artist should. Mostly, loose shirts and jeans or long skirts, because (and I didn't add it in the story, I don't even know if it will be added into the story, but she is self conscious of her legs.)


This is Piper Hall. Sweetest bitch on campus! She's wearing heels, but you can't tell. Yeah, she tries to be really cute and most people can't see past that. All the girls fear her, so they pretend they like her (or they genuinely like her, the mean ones that is). All the girls are fake to her and she's aware, but she's okay with it. Pink is her favorite color!!!~

This is Teagan Thompson. Despite her being cooped up in her room writing stories all the time (oh my gosh that sounds like me!) she is quite stylish. She's probably the coolest side girl character in the story I think! If I can't do one of these for the boy characters, just imagine Teagan with short hair and you'll get Seymour (lol).

Life 12.23.14

I'm SO Bored Right Now, I Just Had To Write Something...

I don't have anything to do right now and I don't feel like doing more homework, which I'd say is the worst advice I've given myself so far. I really just don't feel enough motivation do any such thing. I'm budgeting my time the way I know how. Anyways, this winter break has been very uneventful so far.

I would just like you guys to know that I have started the fourth chapter of "Those That Which Are Talented". With finals coming up I may not have time to post it until sometime after January, but if I get to work on it now then I can give it to you guys before January. No promises.

I could write so many things right now but after completing my math homework, my brain needs to rest. I think everyday my IQ is going down down down. Which is bad bad bad!

Anyways, in other news tomorrow is Christmas Eve, a.ka. Noche Buena to Hispanics. It's great, can't wait for tamales!~ I will post pictures of the gifts I receive if I can. I'm glad about it too!~

I will be writing two short stories for here soon. Well, I think I should get to writing more of the chapter. If you haven't noticed, I divide each chapter of "Those That Which Are Talented" into four sections which results in two sections for Part One and then the other two for Part Two. That's usually how it goes. I just divide it by the amount of pages I have. If let's say sections 1-3 have 10 pages total and section 4 has 10 pages also, then I'll just divide it like that. I'm thinking of making another post showing how someone looks, I'm sure people wonder what Teagan and Piper look like. It's hard to show what the guys look like, since their aren't many dress up games with guys included in them. I will try though. So next post for sure, I'll do it right now in fact. I'm just soooo bored.

Thanks for reading. Also, we've exceeded 750 views, thank you so much!~ :) Please tell others about my blog! I appreciate it!

Friday, December 19, 2014

Winter Break

I Officially Start Winter Break at Midnight...

It's not really a break though. I have tons of homework to do. I have three projects, two essays, and about 20 math problems (lots of graphing) to complete. Obviously four of these days are already taken out of my two weeks because of Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Year's Eve, and New Year's Day.
It's going to be a stressful break I guarantee it.

Feelings 12.19.14

This is a note I wrote to the kid I like (more or less) about how I felt about everything.

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Hi,
I could probably write down a million words to you right now about how I feel, but that would be too many and take up too much time. Instead, I'm going to write down everything I'm thinking of at this very moment at exactly 11:44 p.m.

I can't quite articulate the words into real life and that's why I ask you random questions that don't make any sense. i'm really sorry if it bothers you, but if it bothered you so much then I would have liked it better than you not telling me anything. It's worse not knowing what you think about the situation, than it is being slapped in the face with the truth. It might hurt for a while, but at least every time I'd have seen you I would have known not to say anything, because...Silence. Is. Bliss.

I know that I told you that I was "officially over you" but honestly you're so intriguing (and I don't even understand how, which makes it all the better) that I can't be "over you". I'm still not even sure if it is worth it to think you're intriguing when in fact you might not be. You might be NORMAL or SIMPLE or even *gasp* LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! If that were the case, I'd slowly get over you finally rationalizing that the idea of you was kind of dumb.

Right now you still interest me though.

(^_^ While I've been writing this I've been thinking, wouldn't it be cool if we communicated like this?! ^_^)

To be honest, the only thing I know about you is your name, age, and everything I can see on the outside...That's absolutely the worst to me. I'm weird like that. What I'd really love to know is little facts about you that have no importance at all. Those are the things that really make up a person, not the other stupid obvious things.

My friend and I were joking about you the other day (we actually do it a lot >_<) and she said, "I bet one day he's going to look back at these moments and say that his biggest mistake was walking through that corridor junior year!" I hope not, but it's probably true. I still can't even believe I even asked you what your name was. I'm actually really shy, so the fact I went up to you shocks me. I'm not really like that with people. I don't really like talking to them, because they don't understand and for some reason I saw you and thought, "He understands." I'm not sure what you understand, but you understand something.

I don't really know why I wrote this when you might just throw this away or you might make fun of me while reading this. I don't even get why I'm writing this anymore. I've never done this before.

Truthfully, everything before this paragraph didn't need to be in here, but I put it in anyways, because why not!~

...So really I just want to be your friend...We could be friends if you want...It would be cool.

Haha, I never introduced myself, but why bother now.

Thanks for reading you read this and sorry about my bad handwriting. Have a nice winter break!~ =D


Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Feelings 12.17.14

Everything hurts a lot when no  one seems to understand you. You try to tell yourself that you’re just misunderstood but you know that there is more to that case.You yourself find everything to be normal,but everyone else doesn't think it it. Why? I don’t particularly understand that. Especially, when it’s the people you love the most. You’re family. You’re friends. They should support you, but instead they punish you for being who you are and they tell you horrible things when you did nothing at all. Being a teenager has nothing to do with the situation, but they’ll use it against you if they think that you’re rebelling which is awfully horrible! I don’t understand why being in  the age range of eleven and twenty one makes you a rebel when you do something against what  your parents believe.You are born as one person, you are not born connected to your mother or father, no you are simply born. you understand nothing of the world when you are born and with that in their minds, your parents begin to mold you into what they want to be proud of. They mold you into a miniature version of themselves. Anything to satisfy them!


Parents fear the day that their child starts to think for himself.They weep nonexistent tears that slowly but surely make way into the child’s heart, because most children do love their parents. They may not agree with everything they say, but they don’t want anything serious to happen to their parents. No, that’s a tragedy! Many people depend on their parents for guidance. I do. I know I do. I depend on my mother so much, but she’s not so much pushing me away, she’s just making it a strong point in showing me that the way I want to do things is not the way to go about things.


The feeling you get when someone tells you that what you do isn’t right can either be satisfaction or disappointment. You ask yourself, “Why satisfaction? How could being told what you do is wrong satisfy you?” Well, there are many ways it can be satisfying. One reason over all of them I believe, is knowing that someone is looking out for you. You feel very safe knowing someone is there to catch you when you fall. It feels great even knowing that if you hurt yourself someone is there to tell you that you did something wrong but as long as you get back up you can do it their way with much success. Another reason for satisfaction is knowing that you’re getting advice from someone who already went through much of their short life span. I say short because life seems long, but really it is not. Time is just another illusion for the rest of us to feel much better about wasting it. We waste waste waste, that is a big problem with humans, but should I not save that for another time? We shall see. The feeling of disappointment comes present when you feel like everyone is bashing you with horrible words. They’re so horrid, so bitter, so strong that you simply want to go somewhere--anywhere--and just do anything until all the disappointment is gone.


All the disappointment needs to drain away like a bathtub filled to the rim with grime and dirt. The grime is the pain and the drain is you releasing your feelings. The bathtub, well, that’s you! YOUR HEART!!! How could I tell you something to help yourself, when I can’t even help myself? I don’t even know anymore. I type and I type and i type and why? For nothing! I do it to release every last drop of sadness. Every last drop of pain. Every last drop of anxiety. Every last drop of every last feeling. You don’t always have to feel sad to get rid of any feeling. You can be like the happiest person alive and still feel great need to let out your feelings, because emotion is a strong thing. Either to be shared, to be dealt with, or to be kept inside.


I’d like to think that parents should understand what you’re going through when they once themselves were foolish teenagers--or maybe not (I would like to meet my parents as teenagers, but it might ruin my image of them being strict and stern)--and should know exactly what to tell you. They should know every right word as if it were a video game that they’d played for the hundredth time. They’d be getting the high score if they made your life way better than theirs ever was!


That is my goal. My goal is to prove my parents wrong. To prove that I am much better than they will ever like to admit. I’m sure they adore me! Yes, they do! But sometimes when I’m feeling down and the whole world is like something else, I just want to prove them wrong. No one but my best friend supports me. She tells me that I can do things unlike other people. She’s the only one who supports my longtime singing career. I know I’m horrible (or at least in my opinion. I know I’m average but I have to tell myself I’m horrible until the day that I reach the point that I’m so good that I know I can achieve beautiful things) at singing, but she still supports me. She tells me the truth about everything. She is so very candid and I love having that in a friend. I don’t have any other friends but her. At least not friends that are like her. I have other friends, but they just don’t quite compare to the likes of her. She is something to behold. Something else. Something that I need in my life and without her it would be me against the world. Now it’s us against the world and I really dig that.


I am a lot of strange and far from normal. Everyone can see that so I don’t care too much about what anyone else thinks of me. I want to be myself forever. I have to be or else I’d contradict everything I stand for! I want to be famous one day so that I can show everybody that it’s not impossible and the people who are belittled by the rest of the world have great things ahead of them. One day I know I can do something great for the world and when that day comes I will be extremely happy.


What is this? Is this a diary? A journal? I don’t quite understand. Do I post this on my blog? Because surely I could show this to everyone and no one would know who I am. I love anonymity, but sometimes you just want everyone in the world to know who you are.That’s me. I want the world to know who I am, not to be in the limelight but because I really like people. No matter how shy I am, I will always have a yearning desire to be around people, which is why I really want to be a psychologist. The analysis of humans is so intriguing. I find everybody intriguing. If I, for just a day, could see how it was to be someone I was interested in. It would be like heaven wrapped in a present. I love seeing how people are different when no one is around. I love seeing how they change when everyone is around. I love seeing how they are with their family. All those things are factors that make them different from someone else and for that reason I love to be around people silently observing them as they silently observe me. Everyone observes. Everyone truly does. If you do not observe, not even yourself, I would fear something was wrong with you. Who doesn’t like to observe others? We are all interested in one another. At least, I believe so. The interest runs very deep down in our subconscious. It is something that we are not aware of all the time. We are aware when we are interested, but are we really always aware. No, I don’t think so.


I find it insane that I started off by talking about how parents misunderstand you to how my friend is the only one who supports me (in my opinion) and then last of all to how I love being around people even though I’m a misanthrope (quite the paradox, no?).


As I type this at the library I stare longingly into the computer and wonder if I will ever write down my feelings like this ever again even though I know that I write down my feelings like this all the time.

Another thought in the life of: Lovely Fortune.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Presentation 12.16.14

I Worked So Hard On A Project...

And today I did not present it...my partner's did.

Let me tell you how the story goes:

In health class we were assigned a project where you would basically get original recipes and make them healthier to show that there is a healthy alternative to every meal you have and that it can also save you a lot of money. In health class, our teacher assigns our partners so I end up with a girl and a boy. The girl is very depressed which I mean is really sad, but when she acts happy and makes fun of her own situation it's hard to believe that she is really depressed and more like someone seeking attention and not for a good reason (by good reason I mean, they want attention to help them with their problem, she does it but I don't think to help the problem) The boy said he would help but then he never did and she didn't do anything at all. After I finish making everything having to do with the project I print it out and during lunch I tell my friend, "What should I do?" and she replied to me by saying "Make sure that they screw up, because then your teacher will see that they did nothing at all." It was a great idea. During health class, our teacher tells us that someone from 2nd period broke the remote control and that someone would have to sit out of the presentation and click on the computer to switch the slides. I decided that it would be my perfect chance to get back at my partners, because if they didn't do anything well then they would present and either way I am very shy so this was by far the best choice I have ever made when it comes to a project. I don't regret doing it at all. When they presented they didn't say anything like I would have liked them to and I don't know if we'll get less points because of that, but if we do I honestly don't care anymore, because when I give them my peer grade, I will put on there that I did all of the work. It's not fair for me to get a bad grade when I did everything staying up for two nights in a row just to make sure it was done to perfection.

I'm glad I could give that all out, because I wouldn't have it any other way. I love venting with my blog. It's like a personal archive of all my memories. I think I might be doing a review pretty soon on a book. Not sure which, but I've been feeling like doing a review and well this would be nice.

Friday, December 12, 2014

School 12.12.14

School is Great, Some Classes Are Not...

I have straight B's and one C right now and I am not happy. Well, I'm not complaining either, but I want to get into my dream school (University of Southern California) and do you think they will accept someone who started out with a 2.83 GPA in their first semester?! Either I have to get straight A's the rest of the year or something else will have to be done about this. It's not fair!!!
Biology is cool, but I could have gotten extra points and she didn't tell our class anything about only checking it on one day, which is not cool or fair!
P.E. well same same, it sucks, but I'm getting better actually and I'm really happy about that :)
Algebra is the most boring class ever, but I can handle it since I already took it in 7th grade
Native Spanish is great, I'm actually getting better with my Spanish.
English gets me mad, because no matter what you do right your grade literally goes up only 0.5 percent not even 1 but 0.5!
Health right now sucks, because we have  a project and my partners suck. I'm basically stuck with all the work now!!!

Just wanted to rant a little, in other news I will probably be making two more short stories for my blog one requested by my friend A***** and one by my other friend M*******

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Blank Space: Taylor Swift vs. Bart Baker

So there's been a lot of fuss on YouTube about these two videos:

I really do enjoy both people.

Bart Baker is a parody artist and has made other videos parodying Taylor Swift songs claiming she is Satan and so many people think Taylor Swift is just stealing his idea.

Honestly, if she were stealing his idea, it would be to tell him, she doesn't really care what he's saying about her. Who cares?! Honestly, that's a great way to express your feelings! I love how Taylor Swift does that.
In Bart Baker's video he addresses that she basically stole it, too, which is funny. To think that someone famous is bothering to look at someone on YouTube who makes fun of her.
You see from one side of the story, Bart Baker is being funny. Let's have a nice laugh, who doesn't enjoy a good parody!~ The people leaving comments on YouTube though about how she basically stole it and that her song is trash and that she's crazy, well that's totally biased, because one why are you (probably coming after watching the parody) saying stuff like that and two if you don't like her music well you can't say the song is trash, because I bet you liked the parody and someone who likes Taylor Swift could justifiably go on the parody and do the same thing and talk trash about Bart Baker. I'm sure someone has, but I didn't go down all the comments just to see all of that. Also, if you don't like her well that's definitely going to affect your comment on the video.
Really, Taylor Swift is saying that people (specifically her ex-boyfriends) think that she is crazy in the line "Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane" and so she is going about this video basically telling everyone who thinks she is crazy, "Hey, guess what you think I'm insane, I'll show you insane."

Anyways, I'll let you decide what you think. Honestly, the parody is funny to me and I love it and the song is great and I love it, too. Do I side with one or the other? No, not really, because someone decided to stir up the pot with the comment that probably started it all. (I'm going to laugh if this becomes a big thing, like honestly, this is one of the stupidest debates [yet i'm apart of it])

Original Video:

Parody Video:

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Those That Which Are Talented: Chapter Three (Part Two of Two)

Chapter Three (Part Two of Two)

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We walked out of the room and instead of letting him lead me to the cafeteria immediately afterwards. I waited for the trail of people to leave and stood in front of him.

“Umm, Kalliope…” he said.

“Yes, Lysander,” I said.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m blocking your path,” I said.

“I can just go around you,” he said.

“No, you can’t,” I said and of course he tried going around me, but then seeing that I wasn't trying to stop him, he stayed where he was.

“Well, why are you blocking me?” he asked.

“Because you’re going to tell me what you were thinking about inside the classroom,” I said.

“That’s what this is about,” he said with a hint of displeasure in his voice.

“Yes,” I said.

“Can’t we go get food first,” he said.

“I’m not hungry today,” I said.

“But…Don’t you want to talk about it outside,” he said.

“Too many people,” I said.

“Well, why do you want to know?!” he said raising his voice at me. It didn't scare me though.

“Well, because we’re friends,” I said.

“Friends don’t know everything about each other,” he said finding a place in the building to sit down in. I sat with him and started swinging my feet back and forth.

“How can you say that we’re close then if you can’t even tell me what was bothering you in class?” I asked him with a smile.

“Well, I don’t know. I’m sure the closest of married couples don’t even tell each other their deepest, darkest secrets,” he said.

“Oh, so it’s a deep and dark secret,” I said shaking my finger in front of me.

“NO!” he yelled.

“Then why are you being so defensive?” I asked.

“Okay, so it’s a deep, dark secret,” he said. “But I really don’t want to tell you.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because, you’ll think differently of me,” he said. “And I really don’t want that…”

“Lysander…I don’t think that I’d think differently of you so much,” I said. “Sure maybe just a little, but not really”

“Umm, can’t you just give me a little bit of time,” he said.

“You’re just hoping I’ll forget that this happened,” I said.

“NO!” he yelled again.

“Then why are you being so defensive?” I repeated.

“I…I’m not,” he said tilting his head backwards and I could see that his eyes were getting watery and I felt even a little bad.

I took his hand in mine and simply said, “Sorry,” and walked away.

When I went outside, Malerei spotted me and came over. “Hey, where’s Lysander?”

“I don’t really know,” I said. We were walking to an empty table and then Lysander comes out of nowhere. Honestly, it was as if lightning hit the spot he was at and his particles magically formed.

“SORRY MALEREI BUT I’M TAKING HER!” he yelled dragging me away.

“So, you’ve decided to tell me,” I said.

“Well, yes,” he said. “But we have to be quick about it. It’s in my room.”

“In your room?” I said nervous that he was taking me to his room alone.

“Yes, yes,” he said. “I know I was acting like a child earlier, but you doing that for me, well, it showed me you cared.”

“Yeah, I do care,” I said. We walked so fast that I couldn't feel my feet and then he took me to his room where one side was well kempt and the other side was not.

“Look, Kalliope, you know music is my passion. My one and only passion,” he said gazing upwards as though he were remembering something. “When we were in class I was thinking of how terrible a person I am!”

“Well, what did you do?” I asked him.

“Nothing in my eyes, but then I look back at it and I still remember that day. Well, listen up Kalliope, because I’ll only tell you once. The children who go to school here live with their parents up until high school. When they get in high school, they can choose whether they’ll live in the dorms or not. So before that when I was living with my parents, they praised me. They adored me. Most especially though, they told me to practice. Practice, practice, practice! Actually, for a little while I secluded myself from them because them telling me to practice from the time I got back home to the time I slept was driving me insane. I hated them so much that at my last performance, the performance that would change my life for the better of for the worst, I told them all the feelings I had toward them. I said to them as I was playing my violin the most hurtful words I could think of.”

At that moment, he recounted the whole story, I could imagine it happening as though I had lived that moment with him and everyone in the audience. Him hitting the first chord on the violin and then playing with such precision that the audience immediately gasped in awe at this boy who was so very young, yet played so very well. “And to my parents, who seem to adore me. Well, I think they are horrid little monsters who only had one child. I have no playmates to distract me from what I need to do. They said, you don’t need a distraction our goal is for you to play. No friends for you ever Sander, no friends for you to play. If you ever acquire friends, Sander, please throw them all away. Not that I ever liked having friends, my instruments are who I love, because my parents are nothing but trash that I had to live amongst. There was a day when my fingers felt like they’d fall off, but I had to play piano or else my dad would slap me for doing something wrong. The days that I don’t go and practice my vocals are the days my mom decides to starve me. The days I don’t play my lovely violin, are the days that I’ll be crying because my parents will scold me if I grin. I never get a break to be just a kid, but I guess I have to pretend to love my parents because they always have to win. How childish of them! I thought I was the child, but no I’m not, sadly they took that away from me. Now I’m almost finished and I’m sure now you’re astonished. Especially, Mr. and Mrs. Keen who wished from the start I would have diminished.”

“Wow,” I said looking at him.

“Well, see I was simply thinking of that,” he said. “But I feel absolutely horrible. My parents haven’t called me ever since that day and I don’t even think they go to my shows anymore. They've…disowned me.”

“I don’t think differently of you,” I said. “In fact, it’s good that you stood up for yourself. You can’t let someone control you forever.”

“Yes, but I feel so disgusting inside. Maybe I am supposed to practice until it hurts, because if it doesn't hurt then it must not work,” he said.

“Nonsense,” I said. “You need to practice until you feel like it. Also, you need to give yourself breaks or else you’re going to feel like dying.”

“I suppose you’re right,” he said.

“I’m just trying to help,” I said looking up at him and then he tilted my face towards his and we almost came close to kissing, but then he stopped.

“No, no, you’re about to kiss me because you feel bad for me at this moment,” he said. “Actually, now I know how to make you kiss me.”

“Actually, no, I thought you were really sexy for what you did, but if that’s how you took it then I’m glad you don’t want to kiss me,” I said.

“But you wanted to kiss me,” he said.

“No, not really, but I figured that if you were going to kiss me, it would have been an okay moment to do so,” I said.

“Can I kiss you now?” he asked.

“No, you ruined the moment,” I told him.

“Dammit!” he said pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, you missed your chance, but I had a feeling you’d stop yourself,” I said.

“Really?” he said laughing.

“Yeah, you enjoy the chase, don’t you?” I asked.

“NO!” he said.

“De! Fen! Sive!” I told him.

“No,” he said calmer.

“Sure, whatever,” I said.

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We walked to our next class both with big smiles on our faces, so while people passed us they looked at us strangely. “Lysander, did you finally fuck her?!” It was a boy who was looking at me with the same expression as Lysander would have looked at me at that moment.

“Who’s this?” I asked Lysander just staring at the guy like this was normal. I even smiled at him, which made him blush.

“Wow, she’s everything you described and more,” the guy said.

“I know right!” Lysander said. “Umm, Kalliope, this is Aloysius.”

“But you can call me alloy, cuz I get as hard as metal when I see you,” he said.

“Wow, did you make that one up or are you normally that stupid?” I told him glaring at him. If Lysander had said it, it wouldn't have been a problem, except Lysander wouldn't say that, so it was a problem.

“Wow, I see why Lysander likes you,” Aloysius said. “You could call me Sius, cuz I See us together.”

“No, you couldn’t see us together, because I’d avoid you,” I said.

“You’re good at comebacks,” he said. “That’s hot.”

“I’m aware,” I said.

“We have our next class together,” he said.

“Film?” I said.

“Yes, and you will be glad to know that I am the star student in the class,” he said.

“Bragging about it won’t make me like you,” I said.

“I guess not, but a guy’s gotta try. Especially when it’s a girl this awesome,” he said.

“I’m not that awesome and I’m taken,” I said stressing the word taken on purpose not only to tell him to back off, but to tell Lysander that I wasn't leaving him any time soon. I was close to him, which I hated, but it was refreshing.

“I know you’re taken. I wouldn't take Lysander’s girl anyway. I’d just stare at her from afar and he wouldn't get mad at me, because he’d know his girl was that hot.”

“Yeah, it’s the gentlemen’s code,” Lysander said and then I laughed.

“Gentlemen’s code, you two are not even close to being gentlemen,” I said.

“Well, we take it upon ourselves to be much more eccentric than the other boys at this school,” Aloysius said.

“Yes, the more eccentricism you possess, the more of a gentleman you are. Notice how all the boys these days all act one way, well that’s a bro and we are sirs,” Lysander said pretending to adjust a bow or a tie or a bowtie.

I smiled and then we all sat down together in the film class. “Today class we will be watching the first part of Metropolis.”

“That movie’s great. A must-see,” Aloysius said. “Do you like that movie?”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite movie,” I said.

“Wow, really!” Lysander said. “Us too!”

“So are you two best friends,” I said. “Because if some girl told me this was their favorite movie, I’d be their best friend.”

“No, no, we’re bosom buddies,” Lysander corrected me.

I laughed and then the teacher started the movie halfway after class started and we sat there just watching. It was great, it was just how I remembered it.

Then of course, the bell rang and we all left.

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After class I walked with Lysander and the boy who I decided I could call Alloy since I didn't want to call him by his full name and I wasn't going to call him Sius.

“You should go on his show, it’s really fun,” Alloy said.

“Well, he told me that already, but I’m not used to school yet,” I explained.

“I don’t think that matters,” he replied.

“Exactly what I try to tell her,” Lysander said.

“Oh, look, you have two boyfriends now. You’re such a whore,” Piper said as we passed by her.

“I’m so sick of you trying to make me look bad,” I yelled at her. “Have you ever once tried looking at yourself in the mirror and saying, ‘Huh, maybe something’s wrong with me?!’ If you haven’t you should!”

“Oh, look who wants to act all tough now when she walked out of the bathroom earlier,” Piper said.

“I walked out of the bathroom, because I’m smart enough to sense trouble when it’s right in front of me,” I said.

She rolled her eyes and smirked like she knew something I didn't and simply walked away.

“I don’t like that girl,” I said.

“What are you going to do about it?” Aloysius asked me like I should be doing something about it. In fact, I really should. I can’t not stand my ground or else I’ll become weak and she will have won the game. I don’t even know why I consider it a game, but it truly is. High school is a game that you must conquer, but of course there are other challenges you have to defeat along the way. Piper is one of mine.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Surely, you have too. I've done it quite a lot, so if you need help then you must come to me,” Lysander said.

“What do you expect me to poison her or something?” I asked him.

“No, not at all,” he said. “But to be honest, you've got make her life a bit bitter, don’t you think?”

“No, I don’t think, because then I will have stooped to her level,” I said.

“Ah, so you have morals,” Lysander said. “I understand, but surely you cannot let her treat you like that.”

“I’m not going to let her. I will fight her with my words everyday if I have to,” I said.

“It’s not worth it to waste your breath on her, though,” Lysander said.

“I don’t even know anymore. I thought everyone at this school was accepting of each other,” I told them.

“Accepting?! As if, we’re rather judgmental, in fact prejudiced people. For example, the music kids all judge each other on who is better, who is worse, whose hand technique is better, and whose performance shines the brightest. Do you understand? But we also are very prejudiced on each other, the singers dare not hang around the violin performers and vice versa. I don’t even understand why it has to be that way, but we do that. If you notice everyone here has small groups of friends, well, they are all organized in different groups. The photographers, the writers, the dancers, the poets, etcetera. It annoys me in fact to see them all like that, but it’s just the way the school works. Many people hang around people who aren't part of their group, like Malerei and you for example, but it is very rare and even so they are silently judging each other. Usually friendships or relationships like that don’t last very long unless both people have enough sense to realize what love is.”

“I can see that now,” I said.

As we started walking Aloysius whispered something in Lysander’s ear and left us by ourselves.

“Oh, what happened?” I asked.

“I’m not even sure, he just mumbled imperceptible words. I’m not even sure he said anything. Literally, all I could make out was the word ‘jabberwocky’ and I’m pretty sure he didn't even say that.” Lysander was laughing the whole time as he said it.

“Haha, well at least we’re alone now,” I said.

He blushed and looked at me like I was crazy, “You want to be alone with me?!”

“I mean yeah sure,” I said. “You’re someone I could talk to at 2 a.m. in the morning and never bore of. You could just be there and I would enjoy the silence.”

“Oh, Kalliope, you’re too kind,” he said blushing with his hands over his cheeks.

“I know. You’re making me soft Lysander. I never used to be this way. I’m an introvert and I never like making conversation with people, I never like being with people, but you. You are someone I want to have a conversation with, someone I want to be around with. It’s weird, how life is working out this way.”

“Kiss???” he said.

“Then you ruin the moment,” I said. “But it does keep everything lighthearted. I wouldn't be able to stand a serious and deep relationship for very long. I would want it to be carefree and relaxed every once in a while. Mostly, all the time. The serious and deep parts would be kept to a minimum and the romantic parts would be whenever we felt like it.”

WE?!” he asked me almost ecstatic.

“Yeah, we, as in the royal we,” I said bursting his bubble. His face after that was so precious. He looked genuinely hurt, but I knew he was only pretending.

“Oh, why, must it be the royal we, when it could be you and me!” Lysander joked.

“Well, it could be you and me one day,” I said. “But like I said we’ve only known each other for three days.”

“Ah, so tomorrow we can kiss, because surely four days is a good amount,” Lysander said.

“Wow, you’re crazy!” I said. “Walk me to my room, yo.”

Yo?” he asked me laughing.

“Yeah,” I said rolling my eyes dumbly.

“Well, I will surely walk you to your room…yo,” he said.

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When I reached my room, Teagan was there and she immediately looked up from her book to me.

“Dude, why didn't you tell me in the morning what Piper did?!” she said. “Everyone in class is talking about you like your some disgusting pervert!”

“I didn't feel like talking about her in the morning and I was sure you’d find out anyways,” I said. “I just don’t even want to worry about her right now.”

“Piper’s a piece of shit who needs to get her head straight. Just so you know, she’s probably intimidated by you. Someone new to school who’s being noticed. She doesn't like that and so she’s trying to break you down. You can’t take that from her. You have to rise above it. Trust me, she will leave you alone if you stand up to her. Maybe she won’t. I've never had firsthand experience with her, but I can tell you she’s a total fuck face.”

Her language surprised me, she didn't seem to be one to use such words.

“Yeah, I know,” I replied. “I hate her so much right now.”

“I know how you can get back at her,” Teagan said. “You know about the shows we have hear right?”

“Yeah, what about them?” I asked.

“She always performs and you perform well so I've heard, just show her up like that. She will probably hate you even more, but you’ll be satisfied and truly I think that’s all that matters,” Teagan explained.

“That’s a great idea,” I said.

Then someone knocked on our door. I got up to open it and it was Seymour. He looked at me and then he looked away, but then almost immediately he looked back at me and started hitting himself on the head with his hand as if he’d done something wrong.

“Umm, hey, don’t be so hard on yourself,” I said. He almost nearly needed to gasp for air when I started talking to him.

“Please, don’t hyperventilate,” I said trying to calm him down, but he seemed to get even worse. “Dude, your brother is freaking out.”

“Seymour,” Teagan said. “Chill, chill.”

“Yeah, Teagan,” he said in his meek voice. “Umm, hi, your name is Kalliope correct?”

“Correct,” I said.

“Well, here, I made these cookies for you, because you were very kind to me the other day and maybe one day I can stand up for you, but for now all I can give you is these cookies.”

“Oh, wow, thanks,” I said hugging him and then he started to freak out again.

“SEYMOUR!” Teagan yelled at him.

“Yeah, chill, chill,” he said. “Umm, so you’re welcome and umm thanks again for standing up for me.”

“Sure, we’re friends now though, right?” I asked him.

“Friends? But wouldn't your boyfriend get mad at me. Lysander is your boyfriend, right? He’s going to get mad at me. He’s like going to beat me up, I bet,” he said.

“He wouldn’t do that and if he did I’d beat him up,” I said.

“Wow, really,” he said. “For me?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Wow, just wow. So, bye…” he said.

“Bye,” I said and then he awkwardly walked away looking back at me every other step he took and then blushing when he saw I was still watching. After a while, he just started running and then he tripped, but he got up and started running again as if that hadn't happened.

“Umm, so yeah, my brother’s a little awkward but…gotta love him right!” Teagan said.

“Of course,” I said with a giggle. “This was really sweet of him.”

“Taste it, let’s see if it was really sweet of him,” Teagan said.

I took a bite out of one and it had an unexplainable flavor. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either…it was interesting.

“Do you like them?” Teagan said taking a bite and shrugging her shoulders.

“They’re interesting, not bad but not good either,” I explained.

“Yeah, this is probably the best my brother has ever made,” she said. “He doesn't actually use directions, he just does what he thinks is write.”

“Well, I guess so,” I said.

“The boy has got creativity though and that’s all that really matters,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh. That’s all that really matters. I really wish that were the truth, then maybe everyone would be able to get along.