young-adult-fantasy

Making friends is not a big deal. Replacing me with them after talking to them for only one bloody day is a big deal.

The two of us locked up our own little secrets from the real world. We had experienced countless sleepless nights when we would share our fears, our worries, and our passions; when we would gossip about the school and the other girls. We had played too many pranks and snuck out more than enough times to be expelled if the teachers ever found out. We were professionals at the art of being discreet; however, we had never found sneaking out of a residence necessary, especially when the reason was not to play a prank.

Oscar always said that books are truly our best friends. He said that they never think poorly of us and that they always have a shoulder for us to cry on or relieve stress. They take our minds away from the real world by telling us captivating stories. When we look back at our choice of books, we can nostalgically recall our younger years.

It__ tough, but if you want to survive, sometimes you have to do the seemingly impossible.

Of course they were eaten,_ he retorted, his eyes flashing in cold humour. __rolls generally aren__ exactly renowned for being vegetarians.

Clearly, this was another thing I needed to add to the: __epetitive cycle of things that were constantly happening in my life_ list, which currently contained fainting and my ability to find trouble.

Man I__ hot,_ I exclaimed, fanning myself. The combination of climbing out of the cave and the sun meant that I was perspiring like crazy. __hy thank you,_ retorted Blaine, smirking. ____ pleased that my presence causes that kind of reaction.

I was going to become a human sand burger.

It was as if she was a wannabe Persian cat who had just tasted sour milk.

Well_it__ whether you want to face certain death by taking a risk on the other route or almost certain death by scaling the walls?_ she replied. __herefore, for me, considering our options, it__ a no brainer.

How do you want me to give you that warning?_ he added, grinning. Sweat rolled down his chiselled back and he wagged his eyebrows suggestively. __t comes with two settings. One that reads: __anger _ too hot to handle_ or __anger _ don__ get too close or you__l get burnt.

I felt so much older now, so much more responsible. I guess that there were some positive outcomes: I knew more things than usual, and I knew that I really could accomplish anything and everything. But sometimes, all a fifteen-year-old girl wants is to stop growing. She wants time to slow down and eventually stand still where she can be young and inexperienced forever. Sometimes, she simply wants to remain a child.

And then I knew that despite all the pain and hard work all of us had gone through, despite the sadness and anger we felt, in the end, everything was going to be fine. But I did not know when the end was, or if it was even near. But that did not matter. I preferred to look towards it in anticipation rather than worry about it. One new day equalled to one new adventure. And right now, I still had plenty of days left in my life. So I did not decide to sit down and plan out my life. Instead, I decided to sit back, relax, and see where life would take me.

Time is a funny thing. You can go through it and meddle with it, but nothing can stay permanent. So even if everything so far had not happened, time would still have managed to find a way to make all this happen.

I just wanted one more day." More tears welled up in her eyes. "But it would never be enough. I could keep asking for one more day for the rest of my life.

Psychiatrist and Auschwitz survivor, Viktor Frankl, stated, "...man is by no means merely a product of heredity and environment. There is a third element: decision. Man ultimately decides for himself!

Taking Morgana with it, the lightning arced back through the clouds; leaving behind nothing but the last echoing remains of her scream.

Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.