Kaya wiped hot sweat from her eyes and continued to pull the heavy load of wool. She felt warm blood trickle down her right calf from being beaten, but tried to ignore it. Kaya wondered which station Mama and Papa were in; Diary, Wool, or Food. Dairy was the easiest; the Indians' even liked it, but the soldiers didn't know. "Faster, 489, faster!" Without realizing it, Kaya had stopped dragging the cracked wooden wagon. She felt rough leather hit her bruised back, and stumbled. Kaya felt the whip again and again, until she finally started to run with the wagon down the dirt road, with the guard close behind.

That night, Pap gently wrapped a strip of cloth around Kaya's injured leg as Mama leaned on an empty barrel, rocking Almea, Kaya's one year old sister. The family was int their beat-up and patched red cloth tent the wretched Mr. YamYik had provided for them. Grandmama fed Cat celery pieces the family had gathered from the ground during the day. "Ma, are things going to get any better?" Kaya complained as she limped faround the tent to see how fast she could walk. "Kaya!" Mama shook her head, slightly amused. "Kaya, Kaya, Ka-ya! Soon they will be, honey bear, but we have to wait, so that Mr. Cole won't get suspicious. God will provide." Papa nodded. "We have decided that the safest place to escape this hellhole would be the mountains, Kayita. Be patient." Almea laughed and clapped her tiny hands, as if she was actually looking forward to the long journey to the mountains. Suddenly, a guard clanged and banged his way into the tent. "Hey! Group #502!" He spoke in a papery voice, as if a bunch of sandpaper had been shoved down his throat. Kaya scowled in disgust: the guard didn't even know what a family was! "Why so much laughter?" without waiting for an answer, the guard continued,"Get up! For that, you have some late-night work to do. You too, 558!" Mama, Papa, Kaya, and Grandmama wearily staggered up. Just as the guard bent to pick Almea up, Kaya quickly snatched Almea and clutched the crying baby to her chest. Kaya limped to where her family was lined up. The guard was shouting orders. "Dairy, Booth #3!" He yelled, addressing Kaya. She started humming quietly to Almea because she was crying so loudly. The soldier dragged her by the hair to a dirty red-brick building. It had a sign sloppily nailed to a grey post with white, faded letters declaring, "Dairy" in big captial letters. Kaya pulled some grapes from a long vine and popped them into her mouth. Kaya savored the taste as she chewed. This was the reason others longed for the Dairy station. Grabbing the whole tangle of vines for her family to enjoy for dinner later. When Kaya noticed the guard looking, she quickly scrambled over the rocks and ran inside.

Guess who wrote that?
[MARK TWAIN!]
[CHARLES DICKENS!]
[CORNELIA FUNKE!]
[HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN!]
[PHILLIP PULLMAN!]

Nope, not any of the above.

I wrote it. And that was from 3rd grade. I'm a genius. :D

New Soul

I need to memorize this:

I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit but how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

La, la, la, la (21x)
La, la, la, la (21x)

See I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit but what is true and fake
But why all this hate? try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

La, la, la, la (21x)
La, la, la, la (21x)

This is a happy end
Cause you don't understand
Everything you have done
Why's everything so wrong

This is a happy end
Come and give me your hand
I'll take you far away

I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit but how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

New soul... (la, la, la, la,...)
In this very strange world...
Every possible mistake
Possible mistake
Every possible mistake
Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes...

Selene took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! ""Feels she is in a hopeless situation, which cause..." Click here to read the rest of the results.

I hate Love. Wait, is that even possible???

I absolutely HATE my bes -- friend. She said she Looooooovvvvvveesss the guy I like. We've been friends forever, and I know almost everything about him. I Love him. I hope he doesn't read this. Of course not, he doesn't even know I have a blog! *sigh of relief* I still hope he isn't reading this. If you are, I'll kick your butt, MTF!! Even though I Like you. No, no...I'm so confused! Evolution sucks. It's impossible. Why the heck am I suddenly talking about evolution??? I am confused. Gonna stop. Until I get cleared my mind. What? That didn't even make sense. Okay, so I really need to go...'till my clear my mind. Then I'll be back to explain things.

I am totally Bored.

Yeah...I'm bored. It's like, 9:52pm right now...and I have absolutely NO idea what to do. Actually, my parents are gonna FREAK if they saw me right now! I mean, they are really strict (my dad, at least...he's EVIL!!!! I promise you that)!!! If mah dad caught me, I would get 30 spankings directly!! Oh gosh. He's coming. Aha. I have to go now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ugh...

I absolutely HATE the goverment. They always make us do homework!! I have a bunch of essays, and -- oh my gawd!! I had more homework than I remember...and even occasionally, my backpack seems to be heavier than me...Oh, and I have to study Greek mythology, too. Cruddy hell!! Gosh, teacher. Do you absolutely have to severely torture kids? Innocent little kids??? Well, I better get -- oh my! GEOMETERY TOO???? What the heck! I can't believe this. I curse you, goverment of education. I CURSE YOU!!! Fine, I do like some school, but not homework. Just to make it clear to you followers/readers, I do like school, but NOT homework. Got it? Yeah. I am bored now...well, I might as well tell you about myself. My name is ... L. Yes, just L. Not Lia (I made that up), L! Got it? Call me that, and nothing else (except maybe BW: Bookworm). And I am innocent. I am always innocent. Oh, and I am very well - read.

Hello

Hi!

I'm Hermiona (AKA Hermi). I had nowhere to write down my thoughts, so I thought,
"Why not blog?" And that's how I signed up and am writing this down right now.

I absolutely love to quote, so I thought that I could record my favorite quotes here, too...so..
Here goes:

I dote on his very absence.

William Shakespeare

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten.

Aesop

If there's one thing I know it's God does love a good joke.

Hugh Elliott