I have not been on here in about three months, and almost nothing has been posted, so I'm posting this, because I really don't want this club to die. :,)
I found my bond early.
Not exceptionally early. In eighth grade. I was thirteen; he was barely fourteen. And a matching mark appeared on our skin, meaning that he was my bond. He is my bond.
Our mark is made up of three dark black stars, charcoal black, pure black. The first one, the biggest star, is on both of our left breastbones, the một giây largest just under it and slightly to the left, and the smallest just a little lower down, directly under the first.
This year, tenth grade, I showed my mark to my teacher, Ms. Satari. She đã đưa ý kiến since it depicts something that exists only out of this world, it probably symbolizes curiosity, the need to explore, the need to know things. I think that's accurate to describe us; I, and my bond.
His name is Mico, and I tình yêu him.
* * *
In history, we learnt about how our world used to be. It sounds like a terrible place. People persecuted others just for the color of their skin, their gender hoặc religion, hoặc for being homosexual.
The faeries, the fae, they saw this and knew it was wrong. They blurred the lines of sexuality. Everyone still has a sexuality, of course, but even if you're heterosexual, bạn can still fall in tình yêu with many people of the same gender.
They opened our minds, made us see that to be different is not always to be wrong. They made sure each gender was recognized for its abilities and strengths.
And they gave us our bond. So that when we met our bond, a mark would appear on our skin, a mark depicting the similarity between the two. To make sure, in this world the faeries had created to be a utopia, that if anything did go wrong, we would have someone there for us.
This was millennia ago. A blink of an eye to the faeries, and forever to us.
* * *
I stared at my desk. Someone had written on it in blue pen.
'Hi, my name's Saundai,' it read. The i's had hearts instead of dots. I picked up my pen, wrote a response: 'Hello. My name is Kein.'
The chuông, bell rang, signaling that class was beginning. Ms. Satari walked to the front of the room. "Hello, class," she said.
A collected mumble of greetings hummed in my ears. I propped my chin in my hands and yawned. It was still morning, and I take a while to wake up.
"Does anyone remember where we left off?" Ms. Satari asked.
"How the faeries changed us," someone called out.
"Yeah, a really long time ago," a female voice amended.
"Alright, thank you." Ms. Satari turned and began nghề viết văn on the board. "Does anyone here know about the ten planes?"
A murmur of: "I've heard about them." and "I don't really remember."
"Alright. Well, there are ten different realities on this planet. We don't know about the other planets; only this one. Anyway, the different planes all share the same space, yet have no consciousness of each other. For example, in another plane, this school could be a zoo. This classroom could be a chim cánh cụt exhibit, but do we see any penguins? No, because they exist in a different plane. Does that mean there are no penguins? No, they're just in a different reality.
"We have no way of traveling to a different plane, at least none that we know of. The faeries are the only ones who can vượt qua, cross between planes. In fact, we would not know anything about the other planes could we not communicate with the faeries.
"The faeries have told us that only five of the ten planes were actually altered, with the people's minds opened. Only five of the ten planes have blurred sexuality lines. Only five have bonds. We were lucky enough to be one of the five planes that was altered."
My eyelids grew heavy. I lay my head down on the bàn and drifted off.
* * *
"Kein. Kein?" Somebody shook me gently. "Kein, wake up."
I opened my eyes, blinked twice. Mico's face came into focus: his adorable freckles, con le le, chim ưng, mòng két eyes, tousled blond hair. I smiled sleepily and sat up. "Hi, Mic."
"Hey, Sleepyhead. I came down here to walk bạn to class. Good thing too, otherwise bạn might have slept for the rest of the school day!"
I stretched and stood up, grabbing my pencil case from my desk. "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration."
"Just a bit." Mico grinned and picked up my backpack. "I can carry this for you."
"Thanks, Mic." I followed him into the crowded halls. As we maneuvered our way through the throng, I noticed something.
The hàng đầu, đầu trang two buttons of his áo sơ mi were unfastened, exposing the hàng đầu, đầu trang and largest star, the one on his breastbone. He walked with a slight bounce in his step, proud, happy.
Proud to be my bond.
I found my bond early.
Not exceptionally early. In eighth grade. I was thirteen; he was barely fourteen. And a matching mark appeared on our skin, meaning that he was my bond. He is my bond.
Our mark is made up of three dark black stars, charcoal black, pure black. The first one, the biggest star, is on both of our left breastbones, the một giây largest just under it and slightly to the left, and the smallest just a little lower down, directly under the first.
This year, tenth grade, I showed my mark to my teacher, Ms. Satari. She đã đưa ý kiến since it depicts something that exists only out of this world, it probably symbolizes curiosity, the need to explore, the need to know things. I think that's accurate to describe us; I, and my bond.
His name is Mico, and I tình yêu him.
* * *
In history, we learnt about how our world used to be. It sounds like a terrible place. People persecuted others just for the color of their skin, their gender hoặc religion, hoặc for being homosexual.
The faeries, the fae, they saw this and knew it was wrong. They blurred the lines of sexuality. Everyone still has a sexuality, of course, but even if you're heterosexual, bạn can still fall in tình yêu with many people of the same gender.
They opened our minds, made us see that to be different is not always to be wrong. They made sure each gender was recognized for its abilities and strengths.
And they gave us our bond. So that when we met our bond, a mark would appear on our skin, a mark depicting the similarity between the two. To make sure, in this world the faeries had created to be a utopia, that if anything did go wrong, we would have someone there for us.
This was millennia ago. A blink of an eye to the faeries, and forever to us.
* * *
I stared at my desk. Someone had written on it in blue pen.
'Hi, my name's Saundai,' it read. The i's had hearts instead of dots. I picked up my pen, wrote a response: 'Hello. My name is Kein.'
The chuông, bell rang, signaling that class was beginning. Ms. Satari walked to the front of the room. "Hello, class," she said.
A collected mumble of greetings hummed in my ears. I propped my chin in my hands and yawned. It was still morning, and I take a while to wake up.
"Does anyone remember where we left off?" Ms. Satari asked.
"How the faeries changed us," someone called out.
"Yeah, a really long time ago," a female voice amended.
"Alright, thank you." Ms. Satari turned and began nghề viết văn on the board. "Does anyone here know about the ten planes?"
A murmur of: "I've heard about them." and "I don't really remember."
"Alright. Well, there are ten different realities on this planet. We don't know about the other planets; only this one. Anyway, the different planes all share the same space, yet have no consciousness of each other. For example, in another plane, this school could be a zoo. This classroom could be a chim cánh cụt exhibit, but do we see any penguins? No, because they exist in a different plane. Does that mean there are no penguins? No, they're just in a different reality.
"We have no way of traveling to a different plane, at least none that we know of. The faeries are the only ones who can vượt qua, cross between planes. In fact, we would not know anything about the other planes could we not communicate with the faeries.
"The faeries have told us that only five of the ten planes were actually altered, with the people's minds opened. Only five of the ten planes have blurred sexuality lines. Only five have bonds. We were lucky enough to be one of the five planes that was altered."
My eyelids grew heavy. I lay my head down on the bàn and drifted off.
* * *
"Kein. Kein?" Somebody shook me gently. "Kein, wake up."
I opened my eyes, blinked twice. Mico's face came into focus: his adorable freckles, con le le, chim ưng, mòng két eyes, tousled blond hair. I smiled sleepily and sat up. "Hi, Mic."
"Hey, Sleepyhead. I came down here to walk bạn to class. Good thing too, otherwise bạn might have slept for the rest of the school day!"
I stretched and stood up, grabbing my pencil case from my desk. "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration."
"Just a bit." Mico grinned and picked up my backpack. "I can carry this for you."
"Thanks, Mic." I followed him into the crowded halls. As we maneuvered our way through the throng, I noticed something.
The hàng đầu, đầu trang two buttons of his áo sơ mi were unfastened, exposing the hàng đầu, đầu trang and largest star, the one on his breastbone. He walked with a slight bounce in his step, proud, happy.
Proud to be my bond.
Ya tell me,
Don't dance, don't dance,
Just stay inside and never go out
And scold me
All ngày long, all ngày long
What makes bạn think you're so damn awesome?
Don't ya know we have a life too, too?
We'd be sittin in watching TV
And I don't think bạn want that either
So what the heck can we do?
We're not just mindless robots with nothing else to do
We don't have time for homework
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun
We have a life, no time for homework
We can go ahead and play flag football
But I'm not goin inside
Why do bạn act like
There's nothin else better than
Doin homework all night long
I bet bạn never liked that when bạn were young
We've been playin outside
Now it's time to kick in and relax
No thêm time for homework, just sit back and do the things I tình yêu to do
Cuz I gotta enjoy my life when I'm young.
Don't dance, don't dance,
Just stay inside and never go out
And scold me
All ngày long, all ngày long
What makes bạn think you're so damn awesome?
Don't ya know we have a life too, too?
We'd be sittin in watching TV
And I don't think bạn want that either
So what the heck can we do?
We're not just mindless robots with nothing else to do
We don't have time for homework
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun
We have a life, no time for homework
We can go ahead and play flag football
But I'm not goin inside
Why do bạn act like
There's nothin else better than
Doin homework all night long
I bet bạn never liked that when bạn were young
We've been playin outside
Now it's time to kick in and relax
No thêm time for homework, just sit back and do the things I tình yêu to do
Cuz I gotta enjoy my life when I'm young.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't lung lay, swing me bởi my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if bạn destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't lung lay, swing me bởi my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if bạn destroy me.
No matter how much bạn wish for thêm it happens like the giờ glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test bởi our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test bởi our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in tình yêu with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in tình yêu with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover