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.
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.
Readers will notice some emotion,cheating,lieing,and fightng. Rated R & PG13. We should stop bullying because of the fact it leads to suicide.Do NOT let ANYONE judge bạn because u are diffrent hoặc ur not as pretty. Because u are.
BODY OF THE STORY:
The most exiting thing is somthing we normaly wouldn't do.
"Work is work,men......hmmm.....no time for that",said Jade Broussard.Jade is a cool,indipendent women who works for the FBI as detective security gaurd.One word for her,that nothing is in posible.she is afraid of nothing
One call for a new mission.
She must protect a thief??...What?!...Or is he somting els?...Well we'll know it later =)
His name is Remy Tremaine.what i can say is that he is sexy.he turned the warr in love......
Remy usualy dont like to life with rueles,but Jade is around him 24hours each ngày in one roomwith service(...[and a bed])
wait for episode 1
The most exiting thing is somthing we normaly wouldn't do.
"Work is work,men......hmmm.....no time for that",said Jade Broussard.Jade is a cool,indipendent women who works for the FBI as detective security gaurd.One word for her,that nothing is in posible.she is afraid of nothing
One call for a new mission.
She must protect a thief??...What?!...Or is he somting els?...Well we'll know it later =)
His name is Remy Tremaine.what i can say is that he is sexy.he turned the warr in love......
Remy usualy dont like to life with rueles,but Jade is around him 24hours each ngày in one roomwith service(...[and a bed])
wait for episode 1
♥ I've always mused about this significant quandary!
Here are some of the provided words that are in the English Dictionary and no other words rhyme with them.
♥
It is sometimes đã đưa ý kiến that the words:
orange, purple, and silver ♥ are the only words which rhyme with no other words.
♥ Non-rhyming English words of two syllables hoặc fewer
hạnh nhân
aspirin
bachelor
chaos
chimney
circus
different (whether pronounced as two- hoặc three-syllable word)
film
hostage
javelin
justice (only rhymes with proper nouns)
laundry
luggage
monster
tháng
citrus
office
ôliu, ô liu
trái cam, màu da cam (only rhymes with proper nouns)
pint
chim cánh cụt
pizza, bánh pizza
promise (only rhymes with proper nouns)
purple
shadow
silver
transfer
vacuum
Here are some of the provided words that are in the English Dictionary and no other words rhyme with them.
♥
It is sometimes đã đưa ý kiến that the words:
orange, purple, and silver ♥ are the only words which rhyme with no other words.
♥ Non-rhyming English words of two syllables hoặc fewer
hạnh nhân
aspirin
bachelor
chaos
chimney
circus
different (whether pronounced as two- hoặc three-syllable word)
film
hostage
javelin
justice (only rhymes with proper nouns)
laundry
luggage
monster
tháng
citrus
office
ôliu, ô liu
trái cam, màu da cam (only rhymes with proper nouns)
pint
chim cánh cụt
pizza, bánh pizza
promise (only rhymes with proper nouns)
purple
shadow
silver
transfer
vacuum