Amazingly, my swimming has improved tremendously in the last few days. If this keeps up, maybe I won't fail P.E. I don't even bother to practice because Savannah cranked up the temperature of the indoor pool to like 105 degrees so forget about practicing.That's okay though, sports really don't matter to me, nor makeup but that means everything Savannah. I keep telling her that makeup doesn't matter but if she studied maybe she could get into a good college and put her athletic talent to use, but whatever she enjoys doing what ever shes doing at school and so do I.
Today's the big day, the French Final. I'm just sitting on the bench reviewing my notes. Most of the time, I'm alone, I mean I have friends and everything but being alone gives you a peace of mind that you can never find anywhere. I'm just like any other school girl which is fine, I don't like being in the spotlight anyways. My sister says that I should care more about how i dress and putting on makeup. Honestly, I don't need clothes to make me look good. In my opinion beauty comes from the inside. Savannah doesn't exactly get perfect grades but i really think if she tried a little bit harder she could achieve great things but she just takes my opinion like a grain of salt. She keeps saying that we should switch classes since we're identical there's nothing to loose, she doesn't realize that she won't benefit at all if I do her work. Oh well.
Savannah's walking toward me. Strange, she has her own flock of adoring fans to sit with. She's probably going to ask for some notes for the French final. Hard to believe but she looks a bit nervous, well everyone gets nervous sometime.
"Umm Sabrina?" she asked.
"Uhuh,"I replied looking up at her. I was already reaching for my French notes.
"Well, you know that French thing today, so....". Wow, I can read her mind.
"Here, I'm done with them". I hand her the notes
"Thanks," she says and then shuffles away.
I guess we aren't that close at school but no two sister are ever perfect
* * *
Darn, 4th period, that means P.E. hopefully our P.E. teacher booked the pool today these days swimming is a lot easier like I said before. Of course first we have to do laps, laps aren't bad but I don't consider them fun. They make us run like a mile. Finally, done. I'm beat, please make our next activity swimming, please, please, please.
"Our next activity is volleyball,"
I silently groaned. Volleyball is my worst sport, even though volleyball is mostly statistics. Basically, stay in the middle and hope that no one hits there.The first half went pretty smoothly. Only 15 more minutes left, WHAM.Ow, no better way to end P.E. than getting hit in the face. Oh well after this all for the better good some how, I am so lucky that I have French after this.
* * *
Now just got to pick up all of my french notes...Savannah! I totally forgot about her! P.E. can cause serious memory loss. By the time I got to my locker, I already saw Savannah rushing towards me ( I always tell her to come talk to me after any final) after 3 minutes of explaining and frantic speaking,
"Savannah, I think you'll do okay".
"OKAY, OKAY what does okay mean?!" cried Savannah.
"Just okay," I replied calmly. And then walked off to French class.
* * *
I walked in to French class cool as a cucumber. Except for one problem, the room was burning as if it were the middle of summer. I sat down and raised my hand.
"Could we lower the temperature, it's really stuffy,"
Someone in the front row turned around and said, "Stuffy, you've got to be kidding me it's only like 70 degrees in here!?"
I could feel the heat slowly drift away. Well that was strange. Oh well no time to think about weird situations the test was coming around. I prepared well for this, there's no way that I can fail.
* * *
First one done, didn't really surprise me, I've crosschecked and I am almost 100% sure that I got everthing right. I'm going to read to pass time...
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Chapter 1
Swimming is the one sport I'm not good at. I've tried so many times, again, and again, and again. And Sabrina, my sister, who is not at all into sports, isn't even strong, has never learned the strokes, is suddenly great at swimming; she swims like a pro. But I, Sav, will not let myself be shown up by anyone else, so I am never going to swim in front of anyone else. But I will in our indoor pool in our mansion. But the weird thing is, I'm faster in warm water. I've heard the the pools are always freezing so that you can swim faster, but I usually turn it up to boiling hot, and I can swim faster than my identical smarty-pants sister.
Tell me any other sport though, and I am the best.
Well, today is just another normal day at school. I walk around in the halls, with my group following behind me, and everyone is staring at me. I wear the cutest clothes in school, I wear the best make-up, (my sister doesn't even wear any, though I keep insisting she should), and well, basically I am the most popular girl in school. I even over power the 12th graders, even though I am just a 9th. A ton of boys have a crush on me, but whatever.
I'm not looking as fabulous as usual though. I'm a bit scared. Today is the French Final... I would have switched with Sabrina, because, well, we're identical, but she really doesn't want to. Also, she isn't as used to being popular as I am, and she won't wear makeup, and she doesn't like my clothes. She's her own person, I guess. But still, who doesn't like my clothes? Okay, I don't wear these clothes to be popular, I'm my own person too. I started wearing them because I liked them, and suddenly, everyone loves me.
Oh, BTW, my real name is Savannah. Ugh. Too formal.
I don't exactly get the best grades, though. Sabrina keeps saying I should try, if she's smart, well we must have about the same brains, so I should try too. I always shrug her off. So today I am going to go to the smartest person in class, which just happens to be my sister, and I am going to ask for some tips.
I walk up to her at lunch. "Uhhh, Sabrina?"
"Yeah?
"Well, you know there's that French thing today, so..."
"Here you go."
She gives me her French notes to study on.
"Thanks," I say, and walk away. Yeah... we aren't so warm with each other at school.
* * *
"So, class. I assume you've all studied for today's big semester French Final," my French teacher says. Great, everyone says yes. Sabrina is lucky, she doesn't have to take hers yet. She's in P.E. I wish I could be there. I'm sure she'd be overjoyed to be here.And I'd be there. But no, she just won't switch.
I wonder why I didn't go to her about the notes last night. I might do a lot better if I did.
The teacher passed out the papers. Wow this is a thick packet. Oh, come on! Why am I so freaked out? I'll just do the normal incredibly neat handwriting which makes the teacher like me more. She doesn't give me a higher grade or anything, but I'll have better chances of getting in a good French class next year.
Okay, the test is starting...
* * *
Wow, I'm the first one done. Hmm, maybe I should always study right before the test, then everything is fresh in my head. Now I can do my homework for the art class, which is next period. Teacher said draw something magical. Maybe I should do something about fire. I love it. I can just stare at it and do some kind of meditation. I'll draw fire shooting out of a girl's hands. The girl would have fiery red hair and coal black eyes...
Riiiiing. The alarm for the end of period just went off. I had finished drawing and coloring a while ago, and I was just adding some extra details that makes it better. Now, I'm getting my things and rushing to my locker, hoping to catch Sabrina and tell her the info on what I think of my French Final, like how well I think I did. She always makes me tell her for finals, otherwise I wouldn't even approach her at school, in front of everyone.
Good, I catch her. She frantically explains to me something and I'm like what? Finally she just says, "I think you'll do okay, Savannah."
"OKAY, OKAY! What does okay mean!
She says something else and just walks away.
Tell me any other sport though, and I am the best.
Well, today is just another normal day at school. I walk around in the halls, with my group following behind me, and everyone is staring at me. I wear the cutest clothes in school, I wear the best make-up, (my sister doesn't even wear any, though I keep insisting she should), and well, basically I am the most popular girl in school. I even over power the 12th graders, even though I am just a 9th. A ton of boys have a crush on me, but whatever.
I'm not looking as fabulous as usual though. I'm a bit scared. Today is the French Final... I would have switched with Sabrina, because, well, we're identical, but she really doesn't want to. Also, she isn't as used to being popular as I am, and she won't wear makeup, and she doesn't like my clothes. She's her own person, I guess. But still, who doesn't like my clothes? Okay, I don't wear these clothes to be popular, I'm my own person too. I started wearing them because I liked them, and suddenly, everyone loves me.
Oh, BTW, my real name is Savannah. Ugh. Too formal.
I don't exactly get the best grades, though. Sabrina keeps saying I should try, if she's smart, well we must have about the same brains, so I should try too. I always shrug her off. So today I am going to go to the smartest person in class, which just happens to be my sister, and I am going to ask for some tips.
I walk up to her at lunch. "Uhhh, Sabrina?"
"Yeah?
"Well, you know there's that French thing today, so..."
"Here you go."
She gives me her French notes to study on.
"Thanks," I say, and walk away. Yeah... we aren't so warm with each other at school.
* * *
"So, class. I assume you've all studied for today's big semester French Final," my French teacher says. Great, everyone says yes. Sabrina is lucky, she doesn't have to take hers yet. She's in P.E. I wish I could be there. I'm sure she'd be overjoyed to be here.And I'd be there. But no, she just won't switch.
I wonder why I didn't go to her about the notes last night. I might do a lot better if I did.
The teacher passed out the papers. Wow this is a thick packet. Oh, come on! Why am I so freaked out? I'll just do the normal incredibly neat handwriting which makes the teacher like me more. She doesn't give me a higher grade or anything, but I'll have better chances of getting in a good French class next year.
Okay, the test is starting...
* * *
Wow, I'm the first one done. Hmm, maybe I should always study right before the test, then everything is fresh in my head. Now I can do my homework for the art class, which is next period. Teacher said draw something magical. Maybe I should do something about fire. I love it. I can just stare at it and do some kind of meditation. I'll draw fire shooting out of a girl's hands. The girl would have fiery red hair and coal black eyes...
Riiiiing. The alarm for the end of period just went off. I had finished drawing and coloring a while ago, and I was just adding some extra details that makes it better. Now, I'm getting my things and rushing to my locker, hoping to catch Sabrina and tell her the info on what I think of my French Final, like how well I think I did. She always makes me tell her for finals, otherwise I wouldn't even approach her at school, in front of everyone.
Good, I catch her. She frantically explains to me something and I'm like what? Finally she just says, "I think you'll do okay, Savannah."
"OKAY, OKAY! What does okay mean!
She says something else and just walks away.
Emerald 1
"What do you mean?"
"You know very well what I mean, Yuna."
" Just because danger is rising, does it mean that we put our children in danger?"
"If we don't, it would put all of Emerald in danger."
"Fine! Go ahead! But remember, I am not at all in favor of what you are about to do."
Yuna rushed out of the room, and left Tidus looking at her in despair. But she had said to do it, so... yes, he must.
"Edna!" Tidus called. A second later, Edna appeared. "How is your training with Ethan going?"
"Good, he is doing very well. Only a year more until the next two girls..."
"Actually, Edna, we have decided to begin the other three's training."
"What! Era enusga! That is outrageous!"
"You don't understand! We must, or Emerald will be destroyed!"
Realization was beginning to dawn on Edna's face. "But still, Your Majesty, I understand, but it is like saying that you know they will be dead."
Pain flooded through Tidus's eyes. "I know," he spoke quietly, "but it is the only way."
"Yes, Your Majesty. I'll begin to train them also. But Your Majesty, have you consulted with Queen Yuna?"
"Yes, she doesn't approve, but she has given her consent."
"Alright, Your Majesty. I will work on awakening their powers."
"When can we expect them to be here?"
"When would you like?" Edna inquired.
"In a week, at the most."
"Yes Your Majesty, "Edna said, "I'll tell all of Emerald." She walked swiftly out of the room.
Tidus picked up the crystal ball lying on desk. "Ethan, come," he whispers into it.
A minute later, Ethan appeared there. "What is it, Dad?" He paused. "Is there a problem with Safari?"
"Kind of, but not really. Uhh, I'm not sure how to say this. Well, we have decided to start training your sisters and your brother."
"What?" He was shocked. "How can you! They will die!"
"There is still a chance they will survive. They will still get training." Tidus tried to defend himself, but he knew he couldn't. His choice was just killing them. "I know." He said quietly. "But we don't have a choice, do we? If we don't then Emerald will be destroyed."
"Why should we care? We grew up on Earth, and we can live there for the rest of our lives. Is the solution killing my siblings?"
"And my children! Do you know how hard it is to make this decision?"
"No, but you won't have to. I will make sure they don't know their powers until the right age, 16. They still need another year."
"Good luck keeping them from realization."
Ethan teleports away.
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