Thanks neither can I. Smoking is bad...that's all I have to say in my point of view. But, looking at the chapter, I might type the new chapter somewhere on the weekend. I still have Friday to attend to. Reading books help me with my story, in new ways of typing it out. Glad you two like my story.
EggHead by Caroline Pignat. If I read a few more books for the Red Maple, I could probably get something good.
I've noticed the drawing and photos. =]
These scans are all really good. Thanks for the update, Mike.
Oneofthebestmembershere.
Ownage. =}
Best. =]
Random. =]
@Mexony GuyIDon'tKnow[/quote] I'm female T_T
Sweetness.
That I never knew...( I need to go the Spamzone more)
Banned. My imaginary friend told me to. His name is Gum.
Funny. ( had to think for few minutes)
Entertaining.
Obessession person.
"Keep holding on" it seems to bring me the flows.
Hey. =]....
Hot N' Cold- Katy Perry.
Harry Potter? I only watched one of them movies...so I don't understand it much but..yesh. Thanks for the comments. I shall continue on. Son of Sora:Chapter 6 I hesitated. The words my grandma had just said...was it true? I can't just go on and believe it! What if grandma is just trying to scare me? Or-or-or maybe she's telling the truth. Grandma doesn't lie unless it's important. I watched my grandma, she walked back to the basket and threw in her weapon and then, walked back. She reached into her pocket, a sound chips moving together. Grandma pulled out a cigar. Shame on her. She doesn't know what she's doing to herself, she had plenty of days to live. But the way she's treating herself now isn't a good one. " Orphanage...that's right. When you were a little wee child, your parents died-" That strucked me. My parents died. How? Why did they die? Who would go after my parents and murder them? " How'd they die?" I asked, taking a deep breath. My grandma looked up at me and sighed. I guess that meant she was going to tell me. I'm thinking that it'll be a long story. I'm right. I can see my grandma walking over to her normal sofa. The one that she won't let me sit on or touch. Unless guests are over- which there never is...then she'll let me sit. " Well, I guess I can't hide it from you anymore. Afterall, you're growing and I'm dieing. Anyways, it all started with your father. He always hung out with his two bestfriends, going on an island. Where they play-swim- you know..kid stuff. When they were older, my daughter told me that there had been an interference in this world. Darkness was taking over. Well, my daughter was taken in and your father was brave and stupid enough to go rescue his friends. He set off and left the damn world, going to other worlds. After, my daughter came back. She was safe but sad." My grandma stopped and lit her cigar, and then put in her mouth. Letting the steam flow inside. " Why was she sad?" I needed to know. It was mother afterall. I need to know everything about my parents. I've never seen them before in my life. My grandma told me that my old house burned down and all the photo were burned along. " She was sad because she missed your father and her friend. She always took her small boat to the little island. Her old friends would try to cheer her up but it never worked. Soon after that, a year has passed. I figured that your father was dead, but he wasn't. Suddenly your mother disappeared and I was depressed. Why would my daughter leave for a stupid boy. She had a family back here. She can worry about this kind of stuff at home. I would've supported her, but she always told me that an old friend of hers died. She was a liar for that year. I could not believe it. My daughter...a liar. But...then...months had passed. I lost hope, I wanted to commit suicide. She was all I had. As for your mother's father, he died of a disease. Ever since then, I never met another man. I wasn't interested. So...after months, my damn daughter returned home with her two friends. My heart sank." I can see my grandma's eyes turning red. " But your heart shouldn't sink, grandma. She came back, she was alive-" " I cared that she was safe and alive. Why my heart sank was because of her idiotic head. She went out of the world to searched for her future husband and best friend. I couldn't believe it. You know Katsurou, what I would've done was leave them boys be and move on. My daughter has a strong heat. She's do anything for her husband." I couldn't believe. Grandma's telling me the past of my parents. It's good information but I want to know how they died. Not they're love long story experience. It's boring me, yet it's interesting. I could learn something. Grandma threw the cigar to the ground and stomped on it, burning the steam out. Wow...she's actually owning the cigar. Ha! Take that you filthy paper stick! " Years later, more things happened. Your daughter left again with her friends. They fought some more, soon enough she told me when she came back. That night when we were both having dinner... she told me that she loved her friend. That she wanted to be with him forever. That got me upset!" my grandma clutched her fist, hitting it on the cushion. " Why?" "Because." " Because why?" " She's falling for that damn boy! She was too young to say this!" " But that's what them teens do..right?" "No. She was different. Soon, she began to tell me how she was going to become a warrior." " Warrior?" "Yeah, but I told her that she was too young and that I didn't want her to leave me when she was older." I stopped and looked down to my feet. My mom must've been obsessed with my dad. Afterall, the way my mom's telling me this...she sounds like she doesn't like her daughter...or my dad. * * * It's cold outside. My grandma stopped at the part with her daughter getting in a terrible accident. She said that my mom almost died. She didn't give in much details, but I'm sure it dealt with my father. Earlier, she said that she liked my dad when he was young. A sweet boy. Until he was fourteen, everything changed. So here I am, walking out in the dark cold. My boots are on, jacket, scarf and hat. I left the house to get some fresh air and to go out and browse at the items at the stores. On the way...I might go to the library. Afterall...my grandma ended up telling me her opinions and daughter's crazy story. I want to know who my parents were. There aren't much details. Except for a very useful one. Warrior. Grandma had said that my mom wanted to be a warrior and stand by my dad's side for the rest of his life. * * * I stomped my boots on the carpet, getting the dirty snow off. Already it was snowing. Guess it's early winter. Or is it? I looked around and walked in, when my boots weren't messy anymore. I took a glance, searching for the librarian. She might tell me some information...or directions. There she was, stacking some books in the kids section. I approached for her, my boots made a soft thump noise to every step I took. Quickly the librarian noticed me coming for her, she stood up straight and put the books on cart that was standing behind her. "Yes?" she asked. Her voice was soft and sweet. She wore glasses, her hair in a pony-tail, blue blouse, dark formal pants and flats. Yeap...she was a good looking librarian. " I'm looking for a book." " More detail." " Oh!Ok, sorry. I'm looking for books that have to deal with the war that happened over ten years ago. The one with the warriors." I'm trying to give in much detail so that she can know what I'm talking about. She nodded with a suprised face. "Right this way."
Thanks. I do agree that the avatars look plain and alittle bright and simple. And to your answer Sho, I use PhotoFiltre. Other programs I'm not allowed to use. The Marluxia one...was..something I was trying out.
