Born of fire

For Kenna life was good that week she was constantly with Geeno and he took care of her. He was the friend that Kenna never had. He showed Kenna how to get around Nadia and the front steps, how to have a good time at school. Kenna was extremely happy. All of her worries disappeared. The next week was far from that tho. On Monday at lunch Nadia came looking for her. Nadia was not happy. She was beaten by a kid at a game of baseball, Nadia’s profession. She started to call Kenna names getting her angry. But Kenna just stood there. Geeno told Kenna to run, to flee that he would take care of this. Then Kenna opened her eyes in a pleading voice she said, “No Geeno don’t I’ll just take it you go don’t watch, please.” Nadia seeing this was planning what to do. She then grabbed Geeno and started punching him calling to Kenna that his pain was his fault. Kenna was crying she pleaded with her to stop, “Kill me not hart him” she cried but Nadia did not stop. Kenna’s anger took over. It was more anger then she had ever experienced she ran up yanked Geeno out of Nadia’s arms and punched with all her fury. She knocked Nadia out and little to her knowledge that she was on fire and so was Nadia. She bent over and started to punch her over and over. Nadia was starting to bleed out of her mouth and soon she was turned to ash. Kenna stood and passes out on fire. A little while later Geeno awoke with all the school on fire and sirens in the distance. He stood slowly for he was in pain from being beaten. He saw Ms. Fung in her doorway dead, burned. Her beautiful blue eyes stared at Geeno in awe. He wasn’t on fire he wasn’t even touched by fire, he was cold. He looked to where he was flung from in the fight. There he saw Kenna lying on a pile of ashes. Geeno started to cry. He yelled, “No not again. No I won’t let it happen, I’m not loosing another friend” he ran over in excruciating pain to Kenna picked her up slowly and walked out. Caring her she was still on fire. She was on fire but not burning they made it to the doors and pushed out side. They were greeted by fire fighters in uniform rushing inside for survivors. They looked at them unknowing. They rushed by into the building. Water started to poor on the school putting the fire out. It did no help the school burned and burned nothing remained despite the firefighters efforts. Kenna did not stop burning. No she remained ablaze despite their efforts. The only one that could touch her was Geeno. He was the only one that felt no heat from her. As soon as the school fire went out she did too. She awoke 4 days later in a hospital with Geeno watching over her worried. Kenna sat up suddenly and she regretted it, she sat back down and Geeno got up. He went over to her bed and hugged her. She smiled so did he. He said, “Don’t ever get that angry again. Promise me”

relieving stories

In the room they sat, Geeno and Kenna, on the couch. Kenna eating a browny crying and Geeno listing. Kenna was telling Geeno what happened to her like how she and Nadia were once friends and that school was the least of her problems. At home her parents fought and drank and fought some more. Her mother was abusive. Her husband Kenna's dad was always the victim. But Kenna's dad did not like Kenna so he used Kenna as a shield form her mothers punches. She said, "When I came home today my parents saw my black eye. They started to yell at me. They took my books (she is very fond of her books as well as animals) and started to hert me. I didn't know who else to go to. I have no friends and you are so close. Can I stay here?"
Geeno thought for a while he then responded I'll have to check with my sister and her girlfriend but I'm pretty sure they will approve. The only condition is that you keep in contact with your parents. I'm not saying that you have to see them just write a letter but never disclose that you are right across the hall."
They sat there eating and talking fi finally around 7 o'clock Geeno could tell her his tragedies. He told her, " My parents they were so nice and kind but they looked allot like our next door nabors. One night it was just like any other night and they were watching news and then we herd sirens. A couple barged in and ran out the back door police came in and shot the house up killing my parents leaving my sister and I to die with wounds in our legs and arms. They just left after realizing that it wasn't the people they were looking for. they were looking for our next door nabors. They turned out to be bank robbers. Ever since my sister has taken care of me. At least until she went to prison for not paying her taxes because she was in debt. Then I had to go to foster care where I had an abusive caretaker. After my sister got out I was 6. Once I left my caretaker the gas in the house exploded killing all the kids inside and the caretaker I was not that sad but I sure want happy about that. The police in California want me because they want to know if I did the horable crime. It seems like all the people I'm around die. I want it to stop." he was crying then. Kenna hugged him and said. "It will stop one day trust me now were can we go to sleep.
Geeno led her to the guest room and made her comterable and talked some more, "you need to stand up for your self when she beats you don't just stand there wishing for it to be over." with that he left and went to bed him self.
In the morning they awoke to the smell of pancakes baking in the kitchen. Geeno went into the kitchen in his pj's and saw that Kenna was alre already there talking to his sister. His sisters name was Violet. She had that name because of her eyes, like his they were a deep purple.Violet said, "I see you already have a friend huh Geeno. I wish you would tell me before you let them stay over but she told me her story and its OK, she can stay. as long as she does some of the work needed like you. Any way who wants pancakes?"

titleliss

Remus was tiered nothing was going anywhere with Kelsey. He started to not like here mood swings her overpowering will. He started to see that she was allot like his sister. Peri's boyfriend dumped her and went to a girl named Jacky. Now after Remus broak up with Kelsey he started to like Jacky. It was clear to allot of people he did. but then it faded but luckily that made it posable for Kelsey to put blame on somebody other then me. The rest of math that year was extremely awkward with her siting right in front of me. the first day with out her was raining it was wonderful Oman of things to happen. Remus wondered around the school to then find some of his friends in English class and settled down there to eat lunch. all that year Remus had violent mood swings which he hid from the people around him. he was missing Kelsey. he wanted her back really badly. But he would never get her. No not ever again. From that day on he was new fresh but haunted by his past.

On the stairs

Kenna stayed in class as long as she could that lunch in her teachers classroom. She was in New York. she was 9 years old and had the energy of a young puppy ready to burst out. Ms. Fung Kenna's teacher a small, young Asian, with blue eyes called her over with her pet name for Kenna, "Born of fire come over here" Kenna did as she was told Ms. Fung continued, "Go out side play with the others otherwise I wont let you stay here after school helping me feed the animals."
"Yes Ms. Fung" said Kenna reluctantly, she walked towords the door of the classroom she remembered why she liked to stay in her teachers classroom. Outside on the steps of the school building was a girl named Nadia. She was the most beautiful girl in all of New York. She looked like a water nymph in all the lores and legend she took comfort in at home. Her manners were the exact opposite. she was rude arrogant and most of all hating. Nadia once was a friend of Kenna but then things changed. Nadia started to exclude her form the groups activities and ever told the guy she liked, Spencer, that she like him. she then started to physically abuse her on the front steps of the school where every one would watch. She would pull Kenna's hair, she would punch her stomic, but all that Kenna did was shut her eyes and wish for it to all be over when the bell rang to go back to class. When it did ring every body would leave she would tidy up make her self look acceptable and went back to Ms. Fungs room and sit in the way back as usual. it occurred again at lunch but this time she had a black eye. nobody noticed. nobody knew her pain. today she went started home. Ignoring Ms. Fung's asking for help. she didn't want to show her black eye to Ms. Fung. she trudged her way through the sleet of New York to her home. her home was an OK apartment over looking the harbor. As she walked she noticed somebody flowing her. she turned and screamed his face crying, "What do you want!" the boy a little taken aback by this fell backwards. he said calmly back, "Oy! I didn't mean to upset you i was only trying to ketch up with you and make sure you are alright. i saw what happened today at lunch and that was really bad. I'm sorry. My name is Geeno i moved in to the apartment across the hallway yesterday with my sister and her girlfriend." Kenna seeing that this boy was of no harm turned and walked towords home flowed silently by Genno. When they arrived home they turned and went into there apartments with out saying so much as a good bye.
Genno was writing in his notebooks of all the things he has seen today. he loved writing it got things out of his head. things like his parents death. he was disturbed by a knock on the door. he opened it to find Kenna there crying. asking to come in. Genno gladly let her in set her on the couch and went to the kitchen to get a batch of dark chocolate brownies made by his sister. his sister was a wonderful cook if anything could cheer this girl up it would be her cooking.

Through his glasses

19 years in this world and he puts on his glasses tho it makes the world clearer it doesn't feel right. As he puts them on it feels surreal like a dream. Nothing seems to be right nothing seems to be happening. People pass him as he just watches. The world moves on being seen through his glasses but he feels like if he tried to touch anything that it wouldn't be there all it is is just a dream with a frame around it. Like a 3D moving nothing is there but light nothing real, nothing material. Geeno sat there writing on his pad of paper he looks off the roof of a tall building. He writes all he knows on his pad, all he observes. He had tons of them at his sisters place fore they promoted it. They said he was a wonderful writer so did his parents. That was the only thing that keep them to him is what he thought. at the end of the paper he signed Geeno and printed the date. Under his name his proclaimed title, the meaning of his name, ever-living. He looked around himself. It feels so peaceful but nothing is happing is it? As he looks he asks himself multipliable times for he knows the world is a horable place. His parents kind and and firm at least he remembered form his memory, died form a home robbery. Geeno was only 5 and he lived. He lived to find out that it was the police that killed them because they though they were robbers but no, they mistook them for out next door nabors. And in all the commotion they fled never to be seen again. His sister attended college for a high price drove her to bankruptcy. She went to prison after she didn't pay her taxes the IRS put her in there. There she found the love of her life is what she told Geeno. Her lover was named Cynthia. The two lived together and almost married but prop 8 was passed. They couldn't marry so they moved to New York where they did. The cupple took Geeno in and took care of him so kindly. when he was 13 both were found dead one morning by him. He looked apon there bodies crying. Next to them was a blood written note and a finger of his sister next to it. The blood spelled "this is no place for lesbians". He stood there crying over the roof. Geeno was all alone, running. He had no friends no family all were dead. He was running from the police. They wanted to question him for if he knew any thing about his sisters death and why all the people Geeno was around died. He wanted it to stop. All the pain, all the suffering. Just stop thats all he wanted. He spoke not to somebody nobody was there but just the air on the roof. He said that he was sorry for all there deaths and that if he wasn't there they would be alive and healthy. He walked over to the pink rose next to him. He picked a flower, through it over the rail, and watched it hit a car far below and screamed at the top of his lungs "stop just stop". The kids on the roof across the street looked at him form the rooftop game of hide and seek. He looked down it was a good 50 stories. He did a well practiced back flip off the edge of the building. When the police came, after the kids across the street ran to there parents telling them a boy just jumped, they were shocked. No they did not find him at the street broken and bloody. But instead he was nealing. Not on the ground but here his back flip ended in mid air just off the roof top, high above the street. He was crying in a hysterical fit. Wanting to know why it was him that brout death, and death would take him. The police just stood there amazed, wondering questioning on the edge of the roof unable to fully comprehend.

The use of blogging

A blog is to display your toughs, to be able to tell the world what is going on, even in just hints. You can use a blog to tell a story. A story of fantasy. A story of your life. You can use it to tell your friends what is going on with your life. Like going on a trip explaining the day as you would if your mother asked you what happened at school today?. It's always from your perspective tho. You are a reporter. One who sees through your eyes and thoughts just typing them out onto a keyboard for the world to see. Blogging isn't imming you don't expect a response you are just telling the truth and actions with no questions but your own. You have to be creative and also be awhere of who will read it.

Love

What is love? So may people say that all is fair in love and war but how can it be fair if you don't even know what it is. Evey one has there own definitions own morals on love and the same with war. So what is it? How long can it last even if it is only you and no return. But friendships are love right? But not like oh I'm going to wake up each morning and like them even more then the day before. Friends kinda show a minor love... they have there highs there lows. They come and go...and some times you never get over the fact you were the reason they left...or you wonder if you could have done something to keep them. You make promises to your friends but you break them at times. some times they use you. But they still make you happy. You forgive...leaving your self open, but still happy that you have somebody so close... somebody to be able to tell things... somebody weep on there shoulder if times are ruff... somebody that you can run to if you need a place to stay... somebody to look into your eyes and tell what is wrong... and every bad thing will disappear form your mind and you will fall into there arms...open, vulnerable, but very happy.

So behind!

I swore to my self that I would do at least three blog poasts a month so far I have failed completly. I have no idea where the time goes things are just so busy. During spring break yes I had time but I didn't turn on my computer except for 2 days. I was so proud of my self for doing that...except I went through 10 200 page novels by Tamara Pierce. They were so fun. It turns out that all the things that happen that make me busy are in the evening about 7 o'clock. On Sundays I have 4-h form 1-3 then homework until 9. Helping with diner and practicing piano and just talking to my parents take at least 2 hr. out of my day alone. On Mondays usually I have nothing except the first Monday of every month where I go to the 4-h leaders project. Then on every Tuesday I have something ether it be Sea Scouts or a general 4-h meeting all take up time. Wednesday I have nothing so I go to my moms work scene she is retiring in a year. I love the library. I love to just look at people and wonder what they are like on the inside...and I stay till it closes at 9 then go home after "completing" my homework. On Thursdays I have piano lessons and then Friday which I have nothing but to sleep and relax. Finally Sunday where form 9-2 I have Sea Scouts. then add all the home work in and going to bed at 11. I'm so looking forward. 9 more weeks until summer. Then a week more till I get to go on a cruse to the eastern Mediterranean. By then I hope to make up all the post I missed and then some more.