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Today was one of those days. Beautiful weather outside, and I'm simply itching to get out and go do something. I stare out of the window for most of class, daydreaming. Of course, I know better than to wish for something to happen to me. Because when something does happen, it's not generally a "good" something. I step off the bus and hear the kids behind me go wild. I turn and follow the line of vision from the boy next to me towards my roof. There, in all of his glory, is Jasper, crouching on the bridge of the roof. I roll my eyes and ignore the shouts and squeals of the kids behind me as they start to pull away. "Really??" I yell up at him

"Father, why are we even here? What if someone recognizes us?" "Son, who would be in a place such as this that would know our faces?" "Shouldn't they all know our faces? We're their rulers." "Indeed, they should, Son. But it is our fault that they don't. More mine than yours." "How is that, Sire?" "Because we have sat at our royal dining tables instead of in the homes and taverns of the people. We have created our own world, separate from those we are responsible for. Does this seem very responsible, Richard?" "No Sire, it doesn't...but I never realized it should have been different." "And that is my fault. My apologies, Richard. With whateve

There was once an odd girl. She looked the world straight in the eyes. But instead of yelling at it, instead of telling the world off, she listened to it. She was not a shout into the noise of humanity. No; instead, she listened. And that is a rare thing. It is a beauty, and a blessing to her, and those around her. She was not silent because she shrunk away from the world, and that was important. If she had, then she would just be the girl who closed the shutters when there was a duel in the streets. Instead, she was on the sidelines, or maybe even behind one of the duelers, watching listlessly. Hungrily. Listening to the story. She was th

I walk down the stairs bright and early in the morning. It's three days until Christmas and the whole family is here, but I woke up early so that I could escape the breakfast rush. I silently clip clop down the stairs and stop short as I turn the corner. Reggie. I inwardly groan at the sight of my cousin's roommate. Out loud, I make no indication that his presence has startled me. I continue down the last couple of stairs at a normal pace and then turn my back from the college student, who sits at the table facing the stairwell, arms crossed. Waiting for me. Second inward groan. I walk over and grab a bowl and a spoon, and then open the cab