ohh man, yesterday i went 2 Valentine Boys and Girls Club, cuz dis person dat would help me get a summer job told us 2 meet her dere, n so my mom drove me dere, n we went in. dere were a lot o ppl cuz it was sum celebration o chinese new year, xept CNY was alreadi over! but it was more lyk an event 2 show a mix o cultures/talent show. dingy. cuz dere was dis major speech dingy bout wat CNY does n symbolizse ect. n den, dere were dese grls dat were dancin, it was kinda cute, movin on another speech, a blak boy signs quite nicely mariach carey's hero, and his own lil song. mexican dancers, d boys were cutish, d chinese fan dancin, d boy's kung fu dat were wimpy cuz dey were soooooo freakin skinny, n looked so freakin limp lol. bla bla other stuff, at d end, dere were dese boys (1 dats a junior i see at sk8l a lot) dat were break dancin. :D. dey were ok, but dat was...eh. o well, neway wen ever i looked 2 d left, cuz my mom was dere, deres dis gy, asian n prolli my age o older, dat kept starin at me. i was lyk =.= most o d time.
nex up, we went 2 value city n saw my aunt, agrrr biatch! n i boht a new scarf, earmuffs :D, a cute belt, etc.
last nite: dream. here we go again...
Harry, the boy from the kung fu fighting, and his friends went over 2 my house, n dey stayed rudely, so i shoved em out, but harry wont go. so i threw his show all across the street from my house :D. he was shruggin, til i took his bird d thratened 2 feed it 2 d dog nex door, it kept twittering n finally i left it on d floor were d dog was sniffin it wen harry finaly gave up.
he told me dat, were he was were demons, dat came 2 kill em n eat em up n bla bla bla, horrors, n in dis AU it was. n i couldnt do nedin.
I found myself in some library, we, me and other people, were suppose to be sorting books. I was doing my job, but I know I'm in some special cult, or organization that were planning to overthrow the government, seeking a revolution, by looking for a special book that is the key to the revolution. Apparently, it was written by Orlando Bloom, don't ask why, but i found it, and heard the narration by Bloom lol. We were about to sneak it away, when there was a guard nearby, my comrade, wuickl threw it away as if it were one of the books that were sorted wrong, close to another comrade, but she betrayed us. She betrayed us, and we found all of us on a bus. As one we glared at her, she tried to defend herself from us, to try to live a happy life'. We continued to glare, as she was placed into a section were most betrayers usually go, the 'reward' camp site. Half of that site was used to house the mediate people, wher people were usually very timid and wont cause any problems, which made it likely the reward' for people that found out about the people from the organization. The second she got down, i saw my mother down there aw well. Supposedly, i haven't seen her for a very very long time, and our family was separated. My father and brother was drafted and forced to go to war, for the most stupid of causes.
Suddenly, there was chaos in the bus, the people are despareately, forcing themsevlves off the bus, and they are running to the camp site. I took my chance to go with, but was lost in the confusion. Soldiers were rushing in on us, they opened fired, and so many people went down. I panicked and was in fear, there was a gun laying around, lost from the owner, i picked it up, and screamed as i started it, killing people right and left, all and all around. It was horrifying, but all i wanted to do was see my family.
It was another place, my mom and i, and we found my little cousin from China, all huddled in a place. Women were resorted as things for the soldiers from the other countries. There were French, English, Russian, Japanese, and soo, so many more. They were destroying our lives. My mother said softly, 'they haven't got death insurance' i suppose she meant, that since there weren't insured about the death of a family member, they were now mistreated.
I was..i was somewhere, but i was with my mom...no i wasn't. i was all alone. I held a gun, and was on an escalator. I've reached the top, i'm at a train station. I'm killing people again, and all the soldiers, from foreign countries, they were shooting at me. I'm running off the platform, onto the track, Running until i've reached some crossroad, but hiding under this thing that was the middle between the tracks. It was war, and i was killing people, i wanted to see my family again. Looking up, there was this Russian man that pointed his gun at me. It shot me in the head. I'm bleeding where my forehead is, and sudden time rewound itself. All the men retreated, and those that died, were alive again. I got up where i fell, and stared. I guess i was looking in the face, the chance to find my mom. The entire time i was looking for here, a weird song was filling my head, "Mom~my, Mom~my, why won't you ..respond..to your ba~by? There were more to that song, but it was along the song of some chorale, that i forgot the name to. it was really sad though.
So i woke up crying. bla, neway, lots o h/w 2 do 2day, cuz 2mor i'm meetin joyce.
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