Demyx-Kitten

The colors of twilight painted the sky turning the clouds from white to peach. Angels began coming home from guarding the earth at day as the night angels came out to guard the night. All of this was being seen out of a window of a home with partying angels. "Hey, Felicity," said an angel named Lewis, "Why don't you come and join us for once instead of sitting all by yourself?" "Maybe later, I want to watch the sunset," said Felicity, "You go ahead and have fun." "Okay, suit yourself," Lewis replied turning towards the crowds in the other room. Felicity turned her head back to the window to see the twilight fade away. As the sun was shrinki

Now who thought the story just simply ended like that? Well guess what? You're wrong. Sorry to break it to you but just promising that a person won't die on you again doesn't mean they won't go and kill themselves again. Therefore, I continue with my story. I walked into the cafeteria with my mom's lunch in one hand and looked for a place to sit. Everyone stared at me strangely as a result for hugging Emily. Why she is an outcast? Well, I was gonna figure that out myself. I kept looking around until I saw her in a dim corner slowly eating a sandwich. I sat across from her. She looked up for an instant and then looked back down eating her

   Aiden and Marta lead me and Sam to a very old building near the park outside of town. The red bricks were darkened and the windows were blocked with planks of mossy wood. I took notice of the rusty gold sign by the door that read, "St. Maria's Orphanage."   There wasn't a person in the small little town of St. Charles that didn't know about St. Maria's Orphanage. It closed down in the 50's from children dying of an unknown illness. Some say it was some supernatural activity from the deceased parents of children who wanted their children to be with them. Whatever the situation, the orphanage was closed and the rest of the orphans were mov

   Click. Click. Click. I wouldn't stop taking photos. I found a digital camera my aunt wasn't using and she let me have it. Two days here and already I must have taken over a thousand photos. I took photos of Aunt Miyuki's garden, the hills as the sun set, and I took some photos of myself. That's what I'll do. I'll be a photographer when I'm in college. I came back inside when I began asking myself. What day is it today? When will I be back in school? I knew the school year in America was going to be completely different from Japan. No, I didn't want to think about Japan. It made me too sad thinking about it.   I walked into the kitchen an

     Hi, my name is Erica Parker. I'm that girl you see right now on her way to her first day as a high school freshman. Or as some people joke around, "fresh-meat". I don't really remember what happened to my eighth grade year. It was like I was an eighth grader one day and the next day, Bam! I'm a high school freshman. Oh well. I'm here now and I may as well deal with it. I slowed my walking pace as I approached the school's parking lot and saw the numerous buses coming in to drop off students. I took a deep breath and walked into the unknown world that is high school.     First period. English/Language Arts class. Just any class you woul

   "Rena. Rena, wake up," a female voice echoed. I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in my mom's minivan loaded with cardboard boxes. My twin siblings sleeping in the back seat could have easily been confused for sleeping angels. My mother was behind the wheel with my father in his Mercedes ahead of us. I felt like a fresh zombie out of its grave and sleeping for nearly twelve hours doesn't help at all. With a yawn, I cupped my hand placing my head in it and looked out the car window.    "This the town we are moving into?" I asked my mom.     "Yep," she replied in a cheery voice, "This is the place." I