The Words You Spoke

Friday, November 28, 2008

FINALLY(:
i've grown enough of a brain to manage to get the whole ORIGINAL illogical up here.
by scanning(:
yay.
okay.
here goes. but don't forget to read my 'demon in the water story below!'

oh yeah. good luck deciphering my handwriting too(:

click on each peekture to make it big, for those of you who don't do blogs.
anyway. so late for tuition now.
TTYL!

like i said on my other blog...i wrote a story ytd(:
it's obviously not finished...
but i think i can use it for my andecote.
(:
here are the bits i've done so far.
i'm too lazy to type it out so i just scanned it in.




that's pretty much it so far.
okay i think i'll continue it...
or scan in illogical.
lols.
again too lazy to type.

ja-ne!

Monday, November 3, 2008

/I’ll hand you my heart (my heart)/

/And my soul/

/Ask for your protection /

/Hope you’ll do so/

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/I’ll proudly scream out to the world/

/I love you my dear/

/Close my eyes and think of you/

/Wish you were here/

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/You reach over to pull me in close/

/I breathe in your smell/

/I’ll turn my head around/

/Just to hear your voice/

/

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/i did this to 'true' by mistkron./

/the one i have is a different version, this is the closest i could find to it./

/http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WIOmWCPld8/

/but still it's basically the same. /

/i could only come up with the first 3 stanzas../

/still like 3 more i think./

/yeah./

/

/you're welcome to finish it,/

/just please don't rip my lyrics./

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/thanks and god bless/

/see ya again soon/

Sunday, October 19, 2008

13.

you said
i know you're thinking things
inside your heart and head
things with meanings

i thought
if you really did
then you'd be distraught
thinking "what's wrong with this kid?"

you thought
that i wasn't open enough
and everytime we fought
"don't wanna talk" was a bluff

i say
everytime i open up
sooner or later one day
(couldn't think of any appropriate thing that rhymes with 'up')

i know
the world isn't ready

copyright aelisilea

12.

Pushed to the ground
By the other kids
Got kicked around
Nowhere she could have hid

But she always got up
Her hair a thick veil
And her hands cupped
To catch the black tears of evil

She was among white swans
a little sparrow so brown
and so she had to run
Get out of town

She had a gift
that made people’s hair curl
all it was was a rift
between her and the world

copyright aelisilea

11.

Nights ago, barely Monday
I slashed my wrists…hey.
I didn’t expect the blade to be so sharp
Or for it to hurt so much
But compared to what I felt just then
It doesn’t really hurt…or maybe I’m round the bend.
When I didn’t see blood
I thought it was a dud
Like all the other times.

Then the blood started to flow
Gently, on it, I started to blow.
Then the pain came
It hurt like when needles rain
All upon my skin
I swept everything into the bin
It hurt so much
I can’t even touch
it, for fear I burst out in pain.
Again.

then on Tuesday, i did it again
this time there wasn't so much pain.
or maybe it was because i was getting numb
or i was just being dumb.
i really don't know anymore
life is becoming even more of a bore
now even the funniest joke
weighs on my shoulders like a yoke
that i can never again remove.

Then the blood started to flow
Gently, on it, I started to blow.
Then the pain came
It hurt like when needles rain
All upon my skin
I swept everything into the bin
It hurt so much
I can’t even touch
it, for fear I burst out in pain.
Again.

Wednesday, i was getting worse.
i felt like i was going to burst
all my emotions
just crying out for attention
but not getting any
not even from my favourite teddy
all of them, i had to hide
from the outside
on which i appeared to have none.

then the blood started to flow
Gently, on it, I started to blow.
Then the pain came
It hurt like when needles rain
All upon my skin
I swept everything into the bin
It hurt so much
I can’t even touch
it, for fear I burst out in pain.
Again.

tonight, Thursday.
i stared at the scissors till i started to fray
i shook my head and grabbed them
and dragged it across my skin like slicing ham
but this time round, i somehow couldn't do it.
it did bleed, but just a tiny bit
tiny drops of blood on my skin
made me wanna plunge the scissors in
deep.
but i couldn't.

copyright Aelisilea

10.

A song is just not a song
Without music and words to go along
A mirror’s not a mirror if it does not show reflection
A compass is not a compass if it does not show direction

A light is just not a light
When it does not shine bright
A clock is not a clock when it does not tell the time
A ruler not a ruler if it does not make a straight line

The sky is just not the sky
Without the sun and clouds up high
A wedding is not a wedding when you do not have the ring
A birds is not a bird when it does not have its wings

And Love just is not Love without someone with whom to share
Love is just not love when one person just does not care
Love is just not love when one person makes the other cry
Love is just not Love when one person always lies

That’s why I’m leaving you I’ve had enough
And what we have is just not Love
A story is not a story when it has no words
A voice is not a voice when it cannot be heard
A person is not a person when it does not have a soul
Everything has parts that make it a whole
You can’t have Love when one person doesn’t

copyright Aelisilea

9.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me
There’s something deep inside you see
It makes me want to do bad things
I’ve stained my once white angel wings
My job handed to me from god himself
Was to keep you happy and in good health
That’s my job as your Guardian angel

So what is wrong with me pray tell?
I want to keep you happy and I want to keep you safe
But for some reason I’m starting to loose my faith
Faith in myself and what I believe
And I no longer want to breathe
I’d rather die than make you sad
So unless I can stop being bad

Stop this force inside my heart
I’m afraid, my love, it’s time we part.
Times have been so hard lately; I feel I’d lost myself
I’d been thinking oh so selfishly and left you up on a shelf
You were so out of my reach and I couldn’t bear to try
To reach you ‘coz it seemed like you would only make me cry

I was drowning in my own life, a sea of problems and fears
But I forgot how you were always there to wait and dry my tears
I was acting so conceited, I was acting so depressed
It must have been so hard for you, you could easily have left
But you always stood right by me, having faith in my missing heart
When the day came that I found myself, tears did quickly start
I felt so ashamed and sorry, but at the same time renewed
I promise I’ll pay you back someday but for now I say, Thank you.

copyright Aelisilea

8.

Don’t stop
just because your heart is broken;
Don’t wait
for things that will never be spoken.
Keep up life will never stop to wait.
Stand up
It’s not the end, build a new fate.

But don’t forget about all the memories.
But remember that’s all they are,
just hazy dreams.
They can never be replaced
inside your heart.
But you can make new ones,
make a new start.

Just because it did not
work out between you two.
Doesn’t mean it will
never work out for you.
There is a whole world
full of people to meet.
So stand and go out and
walk on your two feet.

Everything happens
for a reason.
Even all the evil doings
and treason.
Life goes on you’ll
live to see a new day.
You’ll find another and
in their arms you’ll lay.

You’ll realize you had to
lose what you had before.
To find what you had
really been searching for,
You’ll be so much happier
than you ever were back then.
So don’t cry, life goes on
and you will be happy again.

copyright Aelisilea

7.

I watch the rain
Flowing down the window
And I feel the pain
That I feel
When I think of you…

I need a superman
But all I’ve got is me
No one knows the me inside
I’m not as happy as I seem

It’s like I’m the imperfection
In an otherwise perfect world
Everything I do is for attention?
Please. Don’t make me hurl.

I need a superman
But all I’ve got is me
All I want to do is
Be what I want to be

copyright Aelisilea

6.

you said it was your fault
and explained it all, clear like a lightning
you didn't wanna hurt me,
but that kindness i couldn't see.
so now i'm sorry,
and hoping you'll accept my apology.

i was simply selfish,
wanting every single petty wish
and when i didn't get it,
i bit off your head
i got angry,
and the person to blame is me.

so, like i said,
don't wish you were dead.
cos my heart'd break
as easy as porcelain, baked.
i know we're over
but i still feel for you, like duh.

so please, forgive me
even though we can't be
you may say there's nothing to forgive
but forgiveness goes two ways
at least for me anyways.

so think about what I’ve said
but don't hurt your head.
if you fall sick again,
i'll throw you off the building with a crane.

copyright Aelisilea

5.

what do i have to do for you
to look my way for a moment or two
things were going along perfectly
'till you said you needed to talk to me.
you said you couldn't hurt me
and that we couldn't let things be
well guess what, you did hurt me
and i cried the whole night, in pain and expectancy
for you to call me up again and say
i'm sorry, i love you for forever and a day

but you didn't call,
not at all.
we were at least i was so in love,
i was on cloud nine, maybe way above.
but then you had to say that,
that that made me feel so down, so bad.
you pulled me out and threw me down,
in a sea of emotions i drowned.
you told me not to cry,
when to our relationship you said bye
what kind of fool are you,
to think i'd actually be able not to?

i prayed so hard last night
wanting for everything to be alright.
why did you have to end it all
leaving me aside like some old rag doll?
i loved you, you said you loved me
so why couldn't leave things be?
if you didn't feel much for me,
why'd you call me your baby
i've been led on before,
then, in my face, he slammed the door.
was this just revenge, payback
for all the things i lacked?
or for how i broke your friend's heart.
well, you tore mine apart,
so thanks very much.

you say you miss a 'she'
do i even dare to dream that it's me?
don't think so.
oh yeah, by the way,
let's still stay friends ok?

copyright Aelisilea

4.

I never really felt anything for you
i just wanted it so bad i told myself i do.
but now it's over, and you're free to go to her.
i guess all i was was an excuse,
just something you used
to show off how popular you were
with her, her and her.

i was so in love that i didn't notice
all i wanted was that first kiss.
instead or coming right out,
you lead me about
on a stupid idiotic dance
without giving me a chance
to see what a jerk you were.
were and are.

you said you weren't sad,
thinking it might make me feel bad.
well, it didn't.
never would nor couldn't.
i realized something
that once you know; you'll feel like a king.
now that we're no longer...
you know, together,
you're free to date,
without me turning you into shark bait,
i guess I’ve made you happy,
instead of feeling crappy.

oh well,
you can go burn in hell
for all i care, honestly.
but i still don't know why i was so silly
to fall for you,
of all people, you!

copyright Aelisilea

3.

i wanna slap you more than her
i wondered if we were friends, you said der.
but what's happening now?
it's almost like we had a row
you're completely leaving me
tho you know i just can't bealone for long.

i'll start to shut down, to go wrong
my breath comes fast
in a frenzy to find you, rush rush rush.
then when i finally do, you act like everything's cool
then you suddenly talk to the nerd
she's so soft she's barely heard.
a month ago you were totally ignoring her
upon sight, you went 'ee-yer'

right now you've got a new pet
she's your runner, your rat.
who was there for you
when there was nothing you could do
who was it
ask yourself, think for a bit.
use your brain for once
and stop this stupid childish dance
between friends and fiends
who shared your losses, your wins?
i wanna slap you both, but first i'll swear an oath
to slap you more than her.

copyright Aelisilea

2.

i wish i could fly
to my troubles i'd say bye.
all those i cared about,
and all those who pushed me out
i'll leave them for a place
and live alone for all my days
no cliques, no populars.
no bitching, no losers.
all i'll have is the sky,
and me, myself and i.

no more perfect little child
no more caring about styles.
no more running
no more hiding
i'll scream jump run
till the day's done
i'll do what i wanna do
and stop when i want to
i'll sleep all day and play all night,
do what i think is right.

i know that's just dreamland,
but i'll do what i can
i'm already partway there
so there's not much left to bear.
even at home,i'm alone
i'm like a maid
they wish i was dead
and sometimes...i do too

but i gotta keep living, keep staying strong
cos i know taking a life is just wrong.
it's written in the Bible.
the strongest for survival.
you may not be happy at my arrival,
but i gotta stay strong, and move along.
i gotta tell myselfgoing away to dreamland won't help,
you gotta save yourself,
and i ain't gonna say nothing else.

copyright Aelisilea
credits: Parveen for last stanza.

1.

Why is it that whenever i want it to rain
to wash away my pains
into the drain,
it never does?

And when i stop wishing
'cos there's no use hoping
for rain, that little something,
it pours down on me like a curse?

Why do we let ourselves be critiqued by others,
by all those fuddy dudders
who hide behind their fake smiles.
it's like they're keeping a 'you' file
everything bad is talked about for days,
but anything good is simply brushed away.

Have they all been cursed
to see only the worst
in everyone but themselves?
they all think they're so great
and have the rights to rate
and make people's lives into hells.

I do all i can for my friends,
they deposit all their problems into my hands.
but when i can't help
they throw me aside like i never felt
hurt when they said 'why don't you go on home'
and meant 'just leave us alone'

Are these the people whom i call friends?'
cos sometimes they treat me like a fiend.
they make me wanna say to the world, bye.
i think I'll just go die.

copyright Aelisilea

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

illogicality, illogical the third.
another story that will probably never be finished.
but still no ripping thank you.

I’m just doing my warm ups on the bar when that stupid irritant Courtney Ignatio and her extras – Josie, Maddie and Emma – come up to me.

“Ooh mae gawd. Em…there’s something…icky on the bar. Get it off so I can use it.” She complains in her usual nasal tone. The foursome snicker and Emma takes a step forward. Before Emma can say anything, I cut in.

“Ooh mae gawd. The things next to me are so stupid they don’t know how to get lost before I shame them like I did last time. You don’t want me to call your big sis Haley again do you…little ‘cootie’.” Her jaw drops open.

“How did you know about that?!! She called me that when I was three!! Shut up shut up shut up!!!” she screeches soo loud I swear some day she’ll smash the glass walls in the studio. Though I’m surprised she already hasn’t with her looks.

“Hey – I’m not the one screeching my head off. I think you need to go for therapy or something. Again.” Another little secret I learnt about Courtney from her sister, she used to be really insecure and went for therapy, after which she became this…crow.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP!!” when someone tapped her on the shoulder, she spun around so fast her raised hand slapped him right on the face.

Wait a minute. Him? This is a girl’s only dance room…OHMYGOD RYAN SHECKLER. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

“good morning girls.” Madame Giry is our dance instructor. She’s really old, but totally great at dancing, fair, and has a TOTALLY wicked sense of humor.

Last year, when Courtney was being a bitch (as usual) bragging about having lessons with some great (unknown) ballet teacher, she gave her an incredibly hard dance routine that she had to perform two days later. Obviously she failed and almost died of embarrassment.

“this is Mr. Ryan Sheckler.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Chapter 9.

For the next week or so, things did go back to normal. Sequoia found herself laughing at the lame things Warren said without hesitation, and Warren let himself relax and look stupid around her again without minding what she thought.

Sequoia was so at ease with Warren, she didn’t’ even notice when his hand crept over and took hers. She just smiled at him and continued to talk. If was only when she paused to breathe when she noticed her hand was in his.

Her eyes were widening in shock, but she thought about what happened the last time and decided not to show it. Ah what the heck. I’ll just give this a try and see how it goes. Maybe my best friend can really be my boyfriend too. And she squeezed his hand with a smile.

“Then what happened, Seq?” Prescilla asked.

“Then…” she had completely lost track of what she was saying. “Oh whatever. Then they lived happily ever after.” Prescilla frowned and her puzzled expression was just too funny and the pair laughed and laughed, still holding on to each other’s hand tightly.

Chapter 8.

The next week in school, the class noticed a change in both Sequoia and Warren. Individually, they had balanced out.

Sequoia could fit in with both bluebloods and normal people. Prescilla Giovanni became her best girl friend along with Warren.

Warren had become more defined, not the scruffy lout he was before. The bluebloods could almost swear he spoke or acted like them sometimes, but it was so brief and shocking that they always missed it.

But together, the smooth companionship that hey had with each other in the past was gone. They were cautious and constrained with their words, actions and attitudes with each other. Prescilla, although she hadn’t been hanging out with them for long, could sense that something was wrong. It really got on her nerves when people pretended to be things they weren’t, and those two were really pissing her off.

“Jees! Will you too stop being so…” she waved her hand around in the air, looking for the right word. “fake? Whatever happened between you too I vant you to schtop eet vright now!!” The pair was shocked at her words, literally. They’d never seen her so agitated that her voice completely changed.

“Ok ok Presc. We’re sorry. It’s nothing really. We’ll stop being fake…right Warren?” her eyes begged him to agree.

“Um…yeah. Everything’s going to go back to normal. You over-react Presc.” And they laughed three different laughs. Prescilla’s was laced with slight suspicion, Sequoia’s was a laugh of relief, and Warren’s had worry in it.

Chapter 7.

Sequoia and Warren then became best friends. People rumored that they were going out but they just laughed at that. She found out a lot about him and the other half of the class, and the other half of the town, too. To her, it was like a whole new world.

She had never been out of the suburbs before, and when he brought her to a trailer park she was so amazed and stared at everything like she was in a museum. Later on he brought her to a night race, where she got the thrill of her life. And another time he brought her to a drive in movie. She had never had so much fun, never felt so relaxed before.

All her life she had been taught how to act, talk and behave properly in proper company, dressed in proper ways and so on and so fourth. Her whole life had been an act for the world to see that she could be as perfect as them. What she hadn’t known was that the world itself was not perfect, and perfections were imperfections in an imperfect world. Now, she could finally let go.

After three weeks, he set a test for her. He would bring her to a party, and she had to mingle. Three weeks ago, she would have stuck out like a sore thumb. But now she blended in perfectly, but still with the presence that she always had. She drank like one of them, lounged around like one of them, and became one of them. He was proud.

Now that she had been ‘street schooled’ enough, she brought him into the suburbs. He felt totally out of place and shuffled around with his head bent. She sighed. It seemed he needed more work than she did. Her mansion was empty most of the day, except for the butler, cook and a few maids. So she brought him home and schooled him in the etiquettes of the fine and wealthy.

She bought shirts, dress pants, jackets, shoes and ties for him. They spent hours in dressing rooms, trying on clothes for him. Once they found his style, she bought him five different suits. Then, he went for a makeover. He was scrubbed, shaved, cut, cleaned, plucked, polished, picked and dabbed at for over three hours. When he finally came out, he almost didn’t recognize him. He looked fantastic, even better than Charles ever did. He looked a proper gentleman, but still had that little bit of scruffy-ness that made you want to know him, to know that scruffy side.

Then, three weeks later, she brought him to one of her functions. Her old clique in school, Charles, Elizabeth, Danielle, Haley, Raymond, Elton, and a whole group of their ‘high class’ friends would be there. It was a ‘couples’ function, mainly so they could see who didn’t have a couple and tease them in the uppity way that they did, and so Warren brought Sequoia as his date.

It went beautifully. All the other girls swooned over Warren – she changed his name though, to Warren Eugene Benedict – and their classmates didn’t even recognize him, just wondered when the new blueblood family moved in. He was a perfect gentleman, and a graceful dancer. Charles was always too cautious, following Sequoia in dances, but Warren lead dance after dance after dance, until Sequoia had to beg him to stop.

Sequoia loved him as a friend, and had no idea how he felt for her. One night he was sleeping over at her place and they were talking about fairy tales and how they would change it if they could. Sequoia had just finished hers with “and they lived happily ever after” when he suddenly kissed her. She was puzzled, but didn’t stop him. When he pulled away, she asked him “what was that for?”

“Sequoia…the past six weeks has been…heaven for me. You changed me into the perfect guy, the perfect guy that I could never be without you.” He took a deep breath and grasped her hands. “And…I love you. Please give me this chance to be with you…”

“Warren, I…I had no idea you felt this way about me. And I love you…but not in that way. I’m sorry…you’re my best friend…I…” she looked away and gently pulled her hands out of his. She couldn’t look into his eyes, because she knew she would see all his love and hope in them, and she couldn’t stand to see that, because she knew she was breaking his heart.

Chapter 6.

After the incident in the science lab, Charles and Elizabeth were the only ones who still talked to her. Even Danielle shunned her during trainings, and even deliberately cut right through her routine. Sequoia didn’t care, if her ‘friends’ treated her like that, then they weren’t true friends anyway. The other half of the class hated her too; Warren had told them all about the experiment. But it was hard to fight against the crowd, especially when status was everything to you.

Three months later, Charles dumped her and got together with Elizabeth. Sequoia was all alone.

She often came to school with red eyes, or eye bags. She hardly seemed to be listening in class, and she drifted around the hallways aimlessly during breaks. Her work started to drop. Her teachers were concerned but decided to ‘give it some time’.

The whole class noticed, but no one wanted to do anything. Yeah, they pitied her. That was about the extent of it. Only Warren McAfee felt a little guilty. He started to sit next to her in classes, and lent her his notes.

She didn’t seem to notice him, just stared right ahead into nothingness. When he occasionally prodded her into doing some work, she would just copy his without even reading the thing, looking but not seeing.

In the next test, oddly, she rose back to her original position of second to Warren. Everyone was shocked, including her. When she got back her paper, she just said to Warren.

“Somehow…I just knew how to do everything. But I don’t remember studying or even reading the text…” She looked at him, confused. He just smiled back at her cute blurness.

“You’ll find out soon. You want my notes?” She nodded and took them. Then it hit her. All the answers were from his notes. She gasped.

“Warren! I…you…why’d you help me…?” she didn’t dare to look him in the face.

“Because…that day, I knew it wasn’t you. You’re a scientist like me. You respect others’ opinions and experiments. I was just so angered by the wreck that I took it out on you. And I’m sorry.”

“Tha…thank you. And I’m sorry…about that day.”

“Nah. It’s long over. And besides, after the ‘destruction’, I noticed some major flaws in the experiment, and I changed it. I finished it with less cost and less time. So in a way you helped me. So anyway, friends?” He grinned sheepishly and held out a hand. She grasped it tightly.

“Friends.”

Chapter 5.

One lunch, Sequoia was deep in thought about her clique.

Elizabeth Genevieve Saranoff, her best friend and Miss Drama of the year.

Danielle Lise Bronchetti, her fellow ice-skater.

Elton Logan Cormier, her boyfriend on the ice hockey team.

Raymond Joseph Cormier, Elton’s twin brother and on the polo team.

Haley Blaire Weaver, Raymond’s girlfriend and star of the music club.

Along with Charles and her, the couple of the skating team, the seven made up half of the class.

The ‘stuck up rich brats’. They were pretty stuck up, except her, but time influences people. She could be as stuck up as them at times. It was a quality gained from the time with them that she did not cherish.

The other half of the class naturally bonded together. They were all so…average. But extremely smart. There was Jessica Amelia Spears, who was on the drama team and forever competing with Elizabeth. She was an overly ambitious slut who wanted Charles for his money and looks. Not that he’d even look twice at her.

Benjamin Royston and Joshua Patterson, both on the photography club who got some pretty nice pictures of her and her friends at the last school event.

Amanda Janine who was on the swim team.

Kyla Nadya Keifer, the school model. She was beautiful, she had at least five different races of people in her, but her modeling was for money and therefore not a very good thing.

Prescilla Giovanni related to the late opera singer Giovanni. Her family was pretty well to do, they used to live all over the world, and sometimes weird accents would appear when she was excited or agitated. Her voice was rich and mellow, a good backup for Haley.

And then there was Warren McAfee. He was in the science club, but did the coolest experiments ever. He was usually quiet, until he started talking about his latest experiment. Then his eyes would light up and his voice became animated. His explanations were never boring, but made you intrigue and want to know more.

The fourteen of them made up the small top class of the Second Year in the Pavlovian Academy. They were as different as anything, why were they put together? Somehow she felt it was for a reason. Maybe her group had to learn that maybe money and power wasn’t everything…and that sometimes you’re not the best. The rest…maybe they had to learn that they shouldn’t give in to people like her…that they could break the status quo.

She was spacing out, thinking about all that when Elizabeth dropped her tray onto the table.

“Jeez…I’m so bored. Look at Sequoia. She looks like my grandma remembering the ‘good old days’ when grandpa was still alive and she wore long frilly dresses. I mean I love her and all but stories get old after fifty-six times. And I counted.”

She waved her manicured hand in front of Sequoia’s face, bringing her back. “What did you do to her, Charles?” she said grinning. If it was one thing Elizabeth loved, it was digging into the details of Charles and Sequoia’s relationship.

In truth, nothing much happened. They held hands, kissed, went out, like any other couple. Charles was too much of a gentleman to want anything more, and honestly Sequoia was getting kinda bored. Fancy dinners at all kinds of expensive restaurants were nice, but it got old.

“Let’s go down to the science lab and see if there’re any leftover chemicals lying around……” Elton was a daredevil, and many of his ‘stunts’ resulted in the school getting a new classroom or apparatus, all paid for by his parents, of course. His father was a nuclear scientist and encouraged his ‘projects’. Usually the group tried to prevent these ‘stunts’, but that day they were so bored that they agreed and trooped down to the labs.

When they got there, they found an ongoing experiment covering the whole of the back table. There was a sign there that said ‘Do not touch. Project ongoing. Tampering will affect results.’

Of course, they ignored it.

It was very elaborate, everything carefully planned and positioned. Sequoia noticed a notebook and picked it up. The notes were messy and scrawled all over the pages, but she could see they were precise and accurate. An ‘organized mess’, as her mother called it. She glanced at the cover and saw that it was Warren McAfee’s.

No wonder at the state of his notes and this experiment. She thought as she examined the many beakers and test tubes that were arranged all around the table. She had been trying all year round to beat him at chemistry, but had always missed by a mark or two. The closest was when he got a ninety-eight and she got ninety-seven point five. The teacher simply refused to give her the half mark that would give her the satisfaction of being Warren’s equal.

She was trying to work out the details of the experiment when…PIANG! SMASH! BOOM! CLATTER! The apparatus fell, bringing down the whole experiment.

“WHAT DID YOU DO, ELTON?!! Warren’ll KILL us!”

“Who cares? He can always re-do the experiment.” Raymond snorted.

“Hello? He’s not as rich as us, and we need to pay every time we do experiments, and he had at least twenty expensive chemicals in there! Are you going to pay for him?” Sequoia retorted back.

“Why do you care about Warren so much anyway?” Charles demanded.

“He’s still human, right? He’s still one of our classmates…and of a higher intellect than you, Charles. How can you be so mean?” She couldn’t believe them. They could be a little petty at times, but this was too much. That experiment was almost like a work of art…every detail carefully, laboriously worked out.

“If you care so much about him, why don’t you tell him yourself?” said Danielle. She pointed behind Sequoia and laughed. She spun around to see Warren hurrying towards the lab. Apparently he had heard the noise. Oh shit. When she turned back for help, they had already run off and hid.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY EXPERIMENT?!! IT TOOK ME THREE MONTHS OF WORK TO SAVE UP ENOUGH TO DO THAT AND NOW IT’S RUINED!! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE RICH DOESN’T MEAN EVERYONE IS!!!” He screamed in her face.

“Warren! Hear me out, will you? It wasn’t me! It was the rest of them…Elton and Raymond and the rest…I swear. I would NEVER disturb an experiment. I swear. I was just…admiring your work. Really.”

“Well you didn’t exactly stop them, did you?” His words were so cold she almost shivered. She really hadn’t meant to do anything…just look. She was a scientist, like him. She always respected other’s opinions and experiments. She almost started to cry. He noticed her brimming eyes.

“Please. The crying may work with the teachers but it won’t work with me. You may think you’re different form them but deep down inside you’re just the same. You don’t want to be dependant on your parents, but you already are.” His words felt like a slap across the face, and she stood there, tears rolling down her face as he brushed past her to clean up the mess

Chapter 4.

One month later…

“If I remember correctly, today is the day you have to pull of the almost impossible. A full routine with a shop dummy partner. Are you ready?”

Charles had dreaded this day for ages, but acted confident. “Of course. You’ll be surprised at what I can do.”

“I’ll be waiting then.” She patted his shoulder as she walked to the stands. “Good luck.”

He breathed deep. He had a surprise for her, alright. He had found out that one of her close friends, Danielle Lise Bronchetti, also did figure skating. So he had ‘borrowed’ her. She had been his coach and partner. He could just pray that it was enough.

Five minutes later, it was over. And he skated over to her, awaiting judgment. She looked at him haughtily, then her mouth formed one word: “no.”

“WHAT? Why?? It was perfect. Every bit of it!!”

“Yeah…except for the fact that you used Danielle.”

“How did you know it was her? She was wearing a mask.”

“First of all, Danielle has been training with me since I was four. I know what her moves look like, mask or no mask. And secondly, she’s my friend. Don’t you think she’d tell me if the guy who was supposedly chasing me asked her to do a skating routine with her? Thirdly, you were supposed to use a shop dummy. Danielle is so not a shop dummy. And you obviously didn’t do any research, she taught you the most romantic routine ever created. You two look like you’ve got chemistry…why don’t you try for her instead?” She smiled at his stupidity. She got up to leave.

“Wait. Please. Sequoia…give me a chance.”

“Why should I? You’re just another blue-collared stuck up brat.”

“I’m NOT! Let me prove it to you…trust me.”

“Why should I??”

“Well, that’s why it’s called trust, right?” and even she had to smile at that.

The next day, Sequoia Ignatio and Charles Ducharme were seen walking in the hallways holding hands, and sat together in all their lessons, even lunch. No one was really shocked; after all, it was expected. However, a few noticed that Sequoia was the one leading, and Charles the one following. He did everything she did, went everywhere she went, agreed with whatever she said.

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