As normal, the dance floor was preety still.

 

It was one of those dances at high school that was very odd, full of people kind of just bouncing on the balls of their feet, looking scared and unhappy. Most of the people not dancing were kinda avoiding each others eyes. It was like everyone on the dance floor was a total idiot, with no idea where to place their hands or move. Like a tank full of gasoline, useless unless someone threw a match on it. Not that I was gonna do anything. I was the type of person who just kinda sat there, watching everyone, playing bouncer.

 

Emi stole a glance at me, her eyes lightening quick and angry. The boy she had been dancing with had just recently switched partners to another girl, one not quite as chubby, not quite as brown skinned. This other girl was blond, atrractive, thin, aristocratic. Mostly, in fact everything Emi wasn’t. Her make-up was now more then allitle messed up, masscara dripped down her face. Her hair was in wild dissaray, and her gothic dressed was wrinkled and no longer suductivly smooth in an unnatural way. She looked at me again, still angry, still dieing to disscuss and tell me what a total dick this guy was, and how I was totally right and she was sorry, and how she hated him, and I did my best to ignore it. Of course, the instant she caught me looking back she assumed that meant I was intrested, and  began to blabber.

 

“I’m so sorry I should have belived you, your wise for a dude, you don’t know what a total dick that guy was, please-”

“Don’t worry about it. Water off a duck’s back and all that. Just, please. I don’t want to hear it.” I grimiced. I just wanted to get payed what They had agreed to pay me. After getting payed this time I could have enough money for at least another book at Barnieys. Another book to read next to a nice mug of tea. Or maybe a notebook to write in at lunch, something to distravt me from the hate directed towards me. 

“Oh…..Sorry.” Emi looked hurt, and normally I would have apoligized because of her hurt, but right now I was hungry and tired, and all I really wanted was for something intresting to happen so I could dance, or for everyone to leave. Besides, hearing the angry voice of the singer hired for tonigts get togethor and watching these people dance that bad hurt me. My eyes and ears were repulsed by it, and I’m not saying I can dance, but I have to say that I don’t think I was too retarted to put my right foot in front of my left in a way that made me look good. Instead everyone was acting like a total idiot and trying to dance like they saw in a rap music video. The girls pretending to be hochies, the guys pretending to be thugs, Emi pretending not to care, me trying not to vomit.

I contined to sit on  the bleachers, hugging my knees with one arm and drinking my soda concotion with the other hand. I just sat there, waiting for something to happen.

I wasn’t expecting this. As if in answer to my prayer, Emi left and was replaced by some boy who prompetly sat next to me and nodded in my direction. My heart oddly starting beating hard, and I clutched myself a tiny bit tighter, as if to keep myself to moving closer to him. Just about everything about him was seductive. He was sex in human form. His skin was dark, kind of a redish brown, and his face was kind of Indian. He had great muscle tone, broad shoulders and a cute face. No, not a cute face. Once again, sex personified. His face was almost perfect, as perfect as a humans can get. And he was sitting next to me.

I deliberated about wether or not I should speak for about ten minutes. He just sat there and smiled at me, waiting for me to talk first. I fourced myself to look him in the eyes and almost got lost. He really was sexy. When I finnaly said “Hullo, how are you?”, he smiled, saying “Hey.”

Then he kissed me.

He was great, glorious. Just his lips on mine had me addicted. I pressed myself against him, turning so that I could si in his lap. He had so easily manuvered me. And just as suddenly it was over. He smiled and said “My names is Rettah Dam.” He thrust a paper in my hands and dissapeared, leaving me with a buzz on my lips and a satisfied feeling in my stomach.

 

I just kinda sat there, happy and content, until Emi got back. She was dragging the Dick with her, and he curled his lip at me as if to say See?? She won’t leave me, even when it’s obvius I don’t give a fuck about her, and she runs off too you crying. I’m set for life.  Emi smiled at me, glanced at him and back to me, then said “we’ve made up, don’t worry about it. Everything’s all right.” Her smile got bigger, and then she said “Want me to grab you more punch Hunk??”

I almost gagged. The Dick’s real name was Hank, but did I really want to hear a friend of mine call her boyfriend Hunk?? Hell no!! Especially one that made me want to crawl away and vomit in a nearby hole.

“Thanks Tits.”

Did I say vomit?? What I meant was vomit blood. And gouge out my eyeballs with wooden tweasers.

“Okay.” Trusting him like a doting owner trusts a destructive Chiwauwa she left him with me. His kind eyes turned hateful, his mouth twisted to a snarl. I flipped him off, then said “Okay, sense she obviusly doesn’t know what’s in her best intrests let me say this. You really, really need to shot yourself. Please, Do me a favor and use a bullet to take you a ride to hell.”

He smiled and spat in my face. “Go drown Oreo. What do you know??”

I wiped the spit from my face, then lashed out. I knew Capoeira. I did an  S-Dobrado, grabbing the bleacher with my left hand, dived down on my left leg and pulled the other one in a circular motion in front of me. Moving more quickly, I shifted my wight to my right hand and dragged my right hip in one continuous motion, followed by me lifting my right hip up, pushing forward to use my feet to sail toward the Dick. He fell down, my legs blocking his wind pip. He shoved me off, then swung at me and I dodged, then followed with a Martelo, lifting my right knee and turning about 180 degrees on the ball of my left foot, then quickly snapping my right leg and hitting him squarly on the head. He went down with a bang, and one of the people watching screamed. I looked up, the adreniline leaving my system, and saw that it was Emi. She was paralyzed, the punch in her hand shaking violently. She started to run over, dropping the punch in her hands and dashing over.

I stared at the cup as it fell down, spilling it’s contents into the air.

 

Sheesh, sometimes I wonder whether I should become a writer.

I don’t have much to talk about write now, get it, write?, but I will in a little while.

Thank you Kaelem, for your awesome blog on world building.

Here’s a link. http://kaelem.wordpress.com/category/writing/worldbuilding/

Lita awoke to the crying of a small child, probably around five, who had been awakened by her howl. Lita sighed and mentally barraged herself as she forced herself out of her warm bed, slipped into rabbit skin slippers, and searched for a candle. She pulled back her messy dreadlocks into a braid like thing and walked out of her room to calm the child down. She went down a spiraling staircase, walked down the hall, and stepped into the room of a small little boy named Clause.

Clause was an one of the children that normally ended up in Blue house, where all the unwanted children of the Nighters were kept. He was an unusual Nighter, because he, and he alone, could hear the voice of the Dusk that were the Nighters ancestors. He was told the curse’s,the possible futures, even what was happening around the Dusk.

“What have you seen now,Clause?” Lita said in her softest voice, partly because loud noises disturbed Clause and partly because she was tired.

“One of the Dusk’s souls has been forced out of its place and put in a human’s body.”

Lita was no longer asleep, her black eye’s wide and scared. “Are you sure of what you saw?”

“I can’t be sure, but the Dusk were angry, mostly angry because they’re powers won’t work against the man. His sword protects him. Against them at least, that is.”

“Who is the unluckly child?”

“No idea. But we must tell the owl. He’ll know what to do. The Owl and the Cat, for toghethor they’re more powerful then me.” Clause said, his already slightly high-pitched voice wavering slightly.

Lita nodded, and togethor the the girl who felt like his older sister and the boy without a childhood walked to vist the Owl and the Cat.

Tamora Pierce is one of the best writers I have ever seen.

Currently I am reading Tricksters Queen.

Okay, recently I talked to a friend of mine with whom I dicused my blog. When he looked at it for himself, finally, what does he say?

What a weird name. That’s what he says.

There are some days when I just hate the people around me. The people I call my friends. The government. Myself, although hating myself is really, really hard. Does anyone know that Scat can mean like, jazz singer? The jazz singing cat? That’s my blogs site name, okay? Anyone else want to poke fun at it?

Damn I can rant about anything. I didn’t know that? I thought I was just. You know, testy.

Well that’s all I’ve got. Anything else you want to know about, comment.

    Um, I’ve been lucky enough to be at the Green Festival. And it’s actuality cool. But there’s a problem.

There are less young kids here then investing in the stock markets. And I don’t think that’s good. I hope that we can survive. Because as the youth of this country, this is getting really really bad and if the youth don’t care then we’re all gonna… DIE!!!

Have a nice day. Signed Sarcasm.

Venice, Italy

On a hot July day in Italy, many people came to Lafayette’s resterante. With it’s famous entertainment, delicious food, and large, classic space, it was the perfect place to eat and chat, and a perfect place to eat and chat, making it a local hangout for both the young and the old.

It is also the place the GTDG often meets.

The GTDG, aka the Global Terrorist Defense Group, is actually a group full of adults and, well, kids, typically kids from the age of 10-18, at the age of which they are allowed to decide what class squad they want to join. Anyone who joins is handpicked at the age of 7 and trained at the base, known a Gale, the location of which can’t be disclosed. In any case, the current group of which these tales are about are veterans of their own special skills, be it hacking, torture, or fieldwork. Three of these people already knew each other.

They’re real names cannot be disclosed, but we will call them these names. They are, Henry, a military leader who rivals almost all heads of security anywhere. He is 29 and engaged to the secretary of the boss of the GTDG, who we will call HEAD. David, the emotionless, conscienceless man of eternal hatred. He kills with out even feeling any remorse. Fred, an 8 year old perverted drug addict, who is an amazing hacking genius who’s role-model is the HEAD. And Rafael, who’s obsession over money is only rivaled by his cunning mind and incredible torturing skills. He’s not even close to being a genius like Fred, but he understands emotions and puts them against his enemy’s, but his main friend is David. They were all trained in 7 forms of martial arts, know French, German, Italian, Japanese, Korean, Russian, and Swahili.

And they all met for a briefing from Henry, conveniently put in Lafayette’s resterante. A blond haired waiter named John came up to them and asked, in an falsely cherry voice, “what can I get you?”

“I’ll take a pizza, only cheese.” Rafael said.

“The diablo pizza for me.” David said, his left hand slyly reaching for the pistol in his left pant-leg.

“David!!” Henry chided, and David instantly, abeit reluctantly, clasped his hands on the table.

Henry nodded, then said “A nice salad for me.”

“I wha a-” Fred began.

“Nothing. He’s on a much needed diet.” Rafael said, poking Fred chubby little stomach.

Fred patted his stomach while everyone else laughed.

When Jane Isabele first brought me in, I think she thought I was normal. I remember very well, for my race has a great memory, that when I came to her door, she made sure that I was always warm, that I was never approached by that stupid dog, that none of the beast slayers that periodically came and killed creatures like me never found me. I truly think that she loved me.

That’s definitely not the case now.

You see, the minute I got bigger, much to big for her home, and I got stronger, and developed my powers, she seemed to get more and more aware of what she had done. And now she realizes that I’m not a cute, cuddly creature anymore.

Not that I ever said that Ligors were.

Where is everyone?

No I’m not on drugs or anything, I’m wondering how the hell people in the world are siurviving with the growing threat of global warming, and how people can say it should be stopped as they sit on they’re ass and keep all they’re stuff plugged in. How can people live with the knowledge that they are contributing to something that is drasticly changing our lives? Is it me? Am I insane? Am I just listening to the ideas of hippies? Am I some kind of new child, a project of insanity and too much exposure to the wrong books, newspaers and magaziens?

I think not.
So America, if  a 14 year old boy is making some serious, major changes in his own life to attempt to change my green house gas emmsions, why can’y you?

Get off your ass, start pulling some of the weight, and shape up, or this planets gonna die, and fast.
Thanks for listening. You got this all from the cats mouth.

Mom sorry for swearing.

That summer had been an unusually cold one, and most of the birds and bugs that swarmed around the fields of Argon were were gone, most of the bugs dead from the cold and the birds from the lack of bugs to feed themselves. The fields were filled by something though, and that something was travelers. The fields of Argon were full of small groups of people covered in furs. Most of these groups were traveling family’s, a few were traveling circuses and though the travelers ran into each other they often disagreed with each others rules, mainly due to clashing ideals. However, there was one rule all of the travelers, not to mention the animals and most of nature, agreed upon. Not to go near the sacred burial grounds of Dusk.

The Dusk were a type of Shade, created in the first breath, and therefore one of the first inhabitants of the land of Asheil. They were extinct now, but the legends of they’re powers were legendary. Enhanced sight, unlimited Madgik, and enhanced speed. Of course, in the first breath there had been no sun, and when the second breath came the sun had risen, killing all the Dusk. No one knew who had buried them, but all knew the Dusk were still able to curse, and destroy.

This, evidently, had not stopped the traveler crossing the burial grounds with his cocky expression, his proud demeanor. He was dressed in the clothes of a knight but he did not seem to be a gentle, compassionate, person that a knight should be. The Dusk took no heed of him, however and he crossed unharmed to his destination, the city of the four meetings, the palace of the Four Breaths, the place known as the Twighlight temple.