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It didn't exactly surprise me when Nyrad said that, but I wasn't sure what to think
when someone agreed with him.
I don't really remember "starting" a fight, really.
I won't lie.
I've been in some fights, whether it with a hate account, or a fleeting thoughts
argument, I've participated sometimes.
But I just add fuel to the fire. I don't remember lighting the matches.
I have flaws. I know that.
I know I've offended some people in real life.
I know I can be a brat.
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It didn't exactly surprise me when Nyrad said that, but I wasn't sure what to think
when someone agreed with him.
I don't really remember "starting" a fight, really.
I won't lie.
I've been in some fights, whether it with a hate account, or a fleeting thoughts
argument, I've participated sometimes.
But I just add fuel to the fire. I don't remember lighting the matches.
I have flaws. I know that.
I know I've offended some people in real life.
I know I can be a brat.
I know I get angry easily.
So, if I've offended you, and didn't know it,
I'm sorry.
And if you haven't blacklisted me, or the other way around, I'd like an explanation
for what I did.
Again, I'm sorry to whoever was harmed in anyway by me.

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So, here I was, minding my own business. When I saw Norton Anti Virus give me an
alert.
"Microsoft Internet Explorer is trying to Access the Internet."
So, yeah,thanks a lot Symantec.
...for making me smile.

Psh, an interesting update on my life that I thought you should know. :P
Hopefully you'll find this as funny as I did.

So, if you don't know,
National Novel Writing month
is this event that takes place every November.
The goal is to try writing a novel from November 1 to November 30.
Look around on the site, there's more information there.
So anyway, I joined.
"ARE YOU INSANE?"
If you're thinking that, then:
Thanks for the encouragement. D<
No, I don't think I'll make it to 50000 words.
"Yes you will!"
If you're thinking that then:
So, if you don't know,
National Novel Writing month
is this event that takes place every November.
The goal is to try writing a novel from November 1 to November 30.
Look around on the site, there's more information there.
So anyway, I joined.
"ARE YOU INSANE?"
If you're thinking that, then:
Thanks for the encouragement. D<
No, I don't think I'll make it to 50000 words.
"Yes you will!"
If you're thinking that then:
Thank you. :D
But still.
Meh.
D:
"If you thought you couldn't do it, why sign up?"
I wanted to sign up for the young writers program, but I accidentally signed up for
that one.
Don't ask how I "accidentally" signed up for it. O_O
D<
But I did.
But it gives me something to do. :D
Aaaanddd....
Even if I don't make it, I'll write for my life, and see if I can go over 6000
words.
8D
I wanted to do this for a few years, anyway.
Now I'm doing it. :D
Is there anyone else who is doing this?
Or am I alone.
But the email they sent me told me to do this, anyway.
They say that the thought of me being humiliated in front of people who I told I
would do this would keep me going. xD
No, seriously.
But we all know the email knows all.
:3
Now, let's see if the plot I have will last this long.
It's a boring one though, and I'll probably finish it under the word limit.
"Then think of a new one!"
D<
Give me a new plot, then.
But hey, never say never.
Soo....
This could be fun.
:DDD


I have two rubber spiders in front of me.
They aren't scary at all. 
I'm gonna make them marry each other against their will. 8D
Come to the wedding.
There'll be cake!
:D
So anywayyy...
Night~

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Dear An,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but your nostrils are insulting. I think I
realized it when I threw up in your camping car and I saw you carve your initials
into the crazy monk. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Santa doesn't
exist. I'm returning your memories from the military service to you, but I'll keep
your neighbor Martin as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession
today about the incarnation as an eskimo.
Greetings to your freaky family,
Blindwonder

Well now. o.o
That's what the letter meme thing told me to write.
Dear An,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but your nostrils are insulting. I think I
realized it when I threw up in your camping car and I saw you carve your initials
into the crazy monk. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Santa doesn't
exist. I'm returning your memories from the military service to you, but I'll keep
your neighbor Martin as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession
today about the incarnation as an eskimo.
Greetings to your freaky family,
Blindwonder


Well now. o.o
That's what the letter meme thing told me to write.
And after wanting to do this, I did it.
:D
-cough-
O.O
Now, if you haven't done this, do it.
NOW.
Or I'll hunt you down, pin you to the floor and...well, I'll think about that
later.


RULES:
Do the "Letter MEME". Tag no less than 5 other people, and leave them a comment,
informing them that they have been tagged. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and
finish your Journal entry.
-> How you do the Letter Meme:
Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal):
I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it
___2___
___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand
___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You
should also know that I ___10___ ___11___ .
___12___,
-Your name-

1. What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - Our romance is over
Red - Our affair is over
White - I'll join the monastery
Black - I dislike you
Green - Our horoscope doesn't match
Grey - You're a pervert
Yellow - I'm selling myself
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - You're a loser
Other - I'm in love with your sister

2. Which is your birth month?
January - That night
February - Last year
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
May - First of May
June - When you put cuffs on me
July - When I threw up
August - When I saw the shrunken head
September - When we skinny dipped
October - When I quoted Santa
November - When your dog ran amok
December - When I changed tennis shoes

3. Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Pizza - In your camping car
Pasta - Outside of Chicago
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad - As you ate enchilada
Chicken - In your closet
Kabob - With Paris Hilton
Fish - In women's clothing
Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
Lasagna - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a state of trance
None of the above - With George Bush and his wife

4. What's the color of your socks?
Yellow - Hit on
Red - Insult
Black - Ignore
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - Put leeches on
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the toupee off
Barefoot - Sit on
Other - Drive out
5. What's the color of your underwear?
Black - My best friend
White - My father
Grey - Bill Clinton
Brown - My fart balloon
Purple - My mustard soufflé
Red - Donald Duck
Blue - My avocado plant
Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper
None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
Other - The crazy monk

6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
Scrubs - Man
O.C. - Emotional
One Tree Hill - Open
Heroes - Frostbitten
Lost - High
House - Scarred
Simpsons - Cowardly
The news - Mongolic
Idol - Masochistic
Family Guy - Senile
Top Model - Middle-class
None of the above - Ashamed

7. Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful I've felt
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That Santa doesn't exist
Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
Depressed - That we're cousins
Excited - That there is no solution to this.
Nervous - The middle-east
Worried - That your Honda sucks
Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster
Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
Overjoyous - That I'm open
Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks

8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your ring
Yellow - Your love letters
Red - Your Darth Vader-poster
Black - Your tame stone
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - The pictures from LA
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your contact book
Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs
Purple - Your old lottery coupons
Pink - The cut toenails
Other - Your memories from the military service

9. The first letter of your first name?
A/B - Your photo
C/D - The oil stocks
E/F - Your neighbour Martin
G/H - My virginity
I/J - The results of your blood-sample
K/L - Your left ear
M/N - Your suicide note
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X - David's tricot outfits
Y/Z - Your grades from college

10. The last letter in your last name?
A/B - Always will remember
C/D - Never will forget
E/F - Always wanted to break
G/H - Never openly mocked
I/J - Always have felt dirty before
K/L - Will tell the authorities about
M/N - Told in my confession today about
O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about
Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about
S/T - Get sick when I think of
U/V - Always will try to forget
W/X - Am better off without
Y/Z - Never liked

11. What do you prefer to drink?
Water- Our friendship
Beer - Senility
Soft drink - A new life as a clone
Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo
Milk - The apartment building
Wine - Cocaine abuse
Cider - A passionate interest for mice
Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations
Mineral water - Embarrassing rash
Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism
Whisky - To ruin the second world war
Other - To hate the Boston Celtics

12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand - Warm regards
USA - Best regards
England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail
Spain - Go and drown yourself
China - Disgusting regards
Germany - With ease
Japan - Go burn
Greece - Your everlasting enemy
Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt - Fuck off now
France - In pain
Other - Greetings to your freaky family

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I wrote something. Not that anyone cares.

	I stood there still. I couldn’t move. Her eyes were on me, waiting. Waiting for
my answer.
	I could just give her the answer she wants, I thought.
	But I couldn’t. Even though she probably couldn’t sense the lie I would tell,
it just didn’t seem right. How could I live a life that I didn’t remember? 
	If I told the truth on the other hand, her world would fall to pieces. But what
could I do?
	I sighed.
	“No,” I said.
	“What?”
I wrote something. Not that anyone cares.


	I stood there still. I couldn’t move. Her eyes were on me, waiting. Waiting for
my answer.
	I could just give her the answer she wants, I thought.
	But I couldn’t. Even though she probably couldn’t sense the lie I would tell,
it just didn’t seem right. How could I live a life that I didn’t remember? 
	If I told the truth on the other hand, her world would fall to pieces. But what
could I do?
	I sighed.
	“No,” I said.
	“What?”
	Her eyes were still glued to me. She was hoping that she didn’t hear what she
heard. But it was the truth.
	“No,” I said again, “I’m sorry. I don’t remember.”
	It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. I just couldn’t. I remembered nothing of my
past. I didn’t even have a trace.
	That girl, standing in front of me, didn’t look familiar at all. But she claimed
to know me and I believed her.
	It was strange. The earliest memory I had was from a few years ago, when I arrived
here. I don’t know what happened before that. Everyone who I asked told me all
they knew was that I had been running in the woods and came here. That was it.
	“Please,” she pleaded, “Try to remember.”
	“I can’t.”
	“Try,” she said again, nearly on the verge of bursting in to tears, “Remember
your past. Remember yourself. Remember me.”
	All signs of hope had drained from the girl’s face. Replacing it, was despair.
I wished I could at least remember who she was. Maybe she would help me remember the
rest.
	But before I could say anything else, she was gone. 
	I sighed. I walked over to a rock and sat down.
	Maybe if I think hard enough, I’ll remember, I thought.
	But no matter how long I thought, I didn’t get anywhere.

	I couldn’t stop myself. I ran down any empty alley that came to me. I needed to
think and running was the only way I could do it, though it didn’t help.
	How could he not remember? The question that was slowly taking over my thoughts.
	I was warned that he wouldn’t remember. But I still thought he at least
remembered something.
	I started wondering how all this came to start. The answer hit me, like a stone.
	The lantern.
	The darn lantern. I shouldn’t have even taken it.
	But what was done, was done. Now, I had to fix it.
	Suddenly, my thoughts shifted and I was thinking of that day…
	I was an adventurous ten year old, at least that’s what everybody said. I guess I
couldn’t disagree.
	I was exploring the woods. A place that for whatever reason, was claimed to be
dangerous.
	But it wasn’t. It was dark, but harmless. There weren’t any animals in sight,
and all the plants seemed like average ones I had seen everywhere else.
	I was wandering around, when I saw a man.
	I didn’t recognize him. Actually, I never saw him clearly at all. He was always
covered up somehow.
	He ran up to me, but before I could run, he gave me the lantern.
	It seemed normal to me, besides the strange symbols that were engraved in to it.
Some were arrows and some that seemed like ancient letters.
	“Take it,” he said before disappearing.
	I don’t even know why I even took it. I just did. I guess I just wanted to find
out what was going on.
	When I returned, everyone stared at me silently. The next thing I knew, they were
all rushing to their homes, as if a storm was approaching.
	I looked around. Everything was normal.
	I ran after a small boy, about seven In hopes that he would explain, since he was
the only person left in the village square and no one else was around to ask.
	I caught up to him, but before I could say a word, his mother pulled him away.
	I didn’t know what to do. I returned to the orphanage, to get the same reaction.
The only one who didn’t react to my entrance was my older brother.
	“I don’t get it,” I told him that night, “What did I do? Everyone’s
running from me.”
	He shrugged.
	“I don’t know. You seem normal. Maybe it’s the lantern…” he suggested.
	“But what’s wrong with it?” I asked.
	He just shrugged again.
	“Maybe we should light it.”
	“I don’t know. Who knows what would happen? If everybody is worried about
it…” I trailed off.
	“It’s just a lantern with strange symbols. What harm could it do?” he asked.
	We both sat there, thinking.
	He was gone the next day. He just disappeared. Just like that.
	So began the next few years, being avoided for an unexplained reason.
	I went as far as disguising myself, just so people could at least have one
conversation with me.
	I assumed that it was just the symbols that scared everyone. Even in my disguises,
people would shudder at the mention of those strange symbols that decorated the
lantern.
	I did see that mysterious man again.
	It was a beautiful autumn day. It was cool, but not freezing. Just not as hot as
summer. It was quite refreshing. The leaves had fallen off the trees, covering the
ground with all sorts of colors.
	It had become my routine to walk in the woods. After my brother disappeared, it
seemed like the woods were my only friend. It was the only place that seemed
welcoming now.
I walked on and on. The only sound being the leaves crunching under my feet.
	“Hello again.”
	Not expecting this, I jumped up in the air, breaking the peacefulness of the woods.
Leaves fluttered up in the air and after floating a bit, floated gracefully back to
the ground.
	I turned around to see who it was.
	I couldn’t see it clearly. It seemed to be hidden in some sort of cloak. Or was
it invisible? I couldn’t tell.	
Somehow, I realized that it was the man who had given me the lantern.
	Hot rage built up with in me. I threw my ffists up in the air. My teeth were
clenched. But nothing happened. Not even a scream escaped my throat. I just stood
there.
	“You are angry,” he noted.
	This just made me even angrier. Of course I was angry. He ruined my life. He was
the reason I was shunned from society. What did he expect? 
	I tried to say something, but I just couldn’t.
	With this reaction, he just laughed. A dry, bitter laugh.
	“What is so funny?” I asked harshly.
	“Stop asking questions. I can help you.”
	I stood there, silently. I didn’t trust him, but if he did this to me, he should
know how to fix it. He just had to.
	Minutes seemed to pass by slowly, but he said nothing.
	“What happened to my brother?”
	“Did I not tell you to ask questions?”
	Irritated, I shut my mouth.
	“He lighted the lantern,” he said.
	Where is he? I wondered.
	“I can lead you to him,” he went on, “But he has  forgotten everything.”
	As shocking that was, I just stood there quietly. Waiting for him to explain.
	“You can recover his memory, but only you can figure out how to.”
	“Do I light the lantern to get to him?”
	He glared at me.
	“No, if you do, you will lose your memory as well,” he explained, taking
another lantern.
	Without saying anything, he lit it.
	At first, the light spilled out softly. But soon it flooded the woods.
	There was so much light, it was unbareable. I tried running, but even that didn’t
work.
	I closed my eyes and ran, unsure of which direction I was headed towards.
	With a sudden impulse, I threw myself to the ground.
	As I began crawling, I heard the man’s laughter.
	The pain in my eyes lasted for hours. Even when the man’s laughter faded, I still
felt it. Even when the pain faded, I kept crawling. For miles and miles.
	By then, the light was probably long gone, but I was to afraid to open my eyes.
	There I was. Crawling. Trying to avoid that light.

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No, I'm not selling my brother. Nobody ever buys him. 
So, I was talking to Addie, and we ended up talking about it.
So, I went and looked for it.
And after years of not listening to it, I found it. 8D

"You can hug him, you can bug him, you can buy or rent."
So cute.
:3
Don't lie to me.
You know you've felt that way when you were little. Unless you don't have a
sibling.
I wanna be a little kid again. ;_;

Prologue
	Lyria carefully made her way across the main corridor of the castle. The stone
walls nearly glowing, from her torch.
	"I want to come with you," a voice said behind her.
	Quickly, she whirled around to see the source of the voice. She knew exactly who it
was, even before looking.
	"Kadia, you don't need to come."
	"Yes, I do," came the defiant reply.
	"Why is that?"
	"Because, I'm the oldest--"
	"We are twins."
	"Okay then. I'm still older by a few minutes," Kadia answered.
Prologue
	Lyria carefully made her way across the main corridor of the castle. The stone
walls nearly glowing, from her torch.
	"I want to come with you," a voice said behind her.
	Quickly, she whirled around to see the source of the voice. She knew exactly who it
was, even before looking.
	"Kadia, you don't need to come."
	"Yes, I do," came the defiant reply.
	"Why is that?"
	"Because, I'm the oldest--"
	"We are twins."
	"Okay then. I'm still older by a few minutes," Kadia answered.
	Lyria shruged. She was right.
	"If I help you with the chores, I help you with this quest," Kadia continued.
	"But Kadia, you are to take the throne one day. Father favored you ever since you
told him of your knowledge of the treasure--"
	"Maybe this knowledge will help."
	All she could do now was glare. She was right, again.
	"But if you are missing, we'll be in more trouble," Lyria explained, "If I'm
missing, nobody would care."
	"Now, what do you mean by that?"
	"I'm not to be a real princess. I was never useful here, besides the cooking and
the cleaning. Nobody ever had twins here, I'm just the unneeded extra."
	"I cooked and cleaned to. You know my visits to the library were forbidden!" Kadia
protested.
	"Not anymore."
	"Maybe going on this quest with you and helping might be my way of saying thanks?
If it wasn't for you, I would've never stepped out of this castle. Now it's my turn
to help you see what's beyond these doors."
	"Yes, but you came back."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Nobody said I would come back."
	"I thought you would give it to father when you found it."
	"Maybe. Maybe I will give it to him to show him I'm worth something. Maybe I want
to prove my worth to myself. Maybe I want to escape from this dreaded castle and
start a life on my own, living off the money I get."
	"But you cant!" cried Kadia.
	"Why not?" Lyria asked, slightly puzzled.
	"Even though you think you don't belong here, you do. You could be married to a
prince somewhere," Kadia suggested.
	"Or I'll spend the rest of my life washing dishes, while you get servants that will
do it for you. No, either way, it's not how I want to live my life."
	A heavy and awkward silence filled the hall.
	"Do you still want to go?" Lyria asked, breaking the silence.
	"Yes."
	"Fine. But once we're out of the city, there's no turning back."
	Kadia nodded.
	The two girls headed out of the castle, silent as could be.

Chapter 1
	Harri woke up with a start. Something was different.
	She waited silently on the bed and listened. Nothing.
	That was it, no students.
	She gulped and looked around the dorm. There was no sign of Jasmine anywhere.
	She glanced up at the clock.
	"Not again!" she moaned.
	Quickly, she gathered up her books and papers and dumped them in to her bag. She
knew she had forgotten something, but there was no time to see what.
	She looked up at the clock again. No, there was no time to get breakfast either.
	She flung the bag over her shoulders and bolted out of the room.
	She dashed through the empty hallways towards the nearest staircase.
	Harri flew up the steps, while thinking of her stupidity. 
	Jasmine and Bailey probably left her this time.
	Her thoughts were proven wrong when she reached the top of the stairway.
	There were Jasmine and Bailey, laughing.
	"Late again?" asked Jasmine.
	"Yeah," Harri answered gasping for air.
	"You're lucky, only a few minutes before the bell rings," said Bailey.
	After her friends were done with their fits of laughter, Harri glared at Jasmine.
	"Why don't you wake me up anymore?"
	Jasmine just shrugged.
	"I oversleep to, by the time I wake up, it's breakfast time. Do I seriously have to
risk breakfast to wake you up?"
	"But we used to be late buddies," Harri replied playfully.
	"Those were the days you woke me up before breakfast."
	Bailey looked at Harri, concerned.
	"What?"
	"You used to be the early bird, now you barely make it to class. What's going on?"
Bailey asked.
	"I'm sorry, I'll make it tomorrow!"
	"That's what you said yesterday, and the day before," Bailey replied.
	"And the day before that, and the day before that," Jasmine chimed in.
	"You guys wouldn't believe me," Harri answered.
	"What is it?" asked Bailey.	"I don't hear anything," said Jasmine.
	"I'm not sure yet, just some strange noises..."
	"But I don't hear any thing!" Jasmine cried
	"That's because as soon as your head hits the pillow you're in dreamland. Of course
you wouldn't hear anything!" Harri snapped.
	Jasmine shrugged.
	"Maybe some kids moved in to a room near you?" Bailey suggested.
	"I don't think so, nobody has ever gotten a room near us," said Harri.
	"Well there has been a lot of new kids coming, maybe one of them got a room."
Bailey replied.
	"Guys! Look at the time!" Jasmine cried.
	The others, noticing the clock quickly rushed to their classroom.
***
	"Jasmine?" Harri whisspered softly.
	Her friend continued to sleep.
	Harri walked over to the bed.
	"Jasmine, wake up," she whisspered again.
	There was no response.
	"Jasmine! Wake up, now," she said a bit louder.
	This time, she heard a mumble from the covers.
	"A few more minutes," came the voice from the covers.
	"No, now!"
	A groan was heard.
	Not being able to take it anymore, Harri shoved her friend, sending her tumbling
off of her bed.
	Before Jasmine could say a word, Harri put her hand up.
	"Do you hear that?" Harri whisspered.
	"What?"
	"The noises I was talking about."
	"Not really," Jasmine replied.
	"Come here." Harri whisspered, pointing at a wall.
	Jasmine quickly scrambled up, mumbling something about super strength.
	The two girls walked over to the wall where the noise was heard.
	Some muffled conversations were heard, and sometimes some clattering.
	"I guess there's some people near us after all," Jasmine whisspered.
	"You see? I'm not crazy!" Harri cried.
	"Great, now I can't sleep either," Jasmine grumbled.
	"Yeah, sure."
	Exhausted, the two girls went back to their beds.


I had this idea for awhile.
Hopefully it's not as bad as the last one.
Maybe I'll actually finish this.
:D
Please comment.

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