Oh Joy......

Meh......it's snowing.....I dislike the snow alot, but I also like it at the same time.....I guess we have a love/hate relationship. Anyways, I got to wear my totally awesome panda hat today to keep my head warm ^^. On top of that, I only got 3-4 hours of sleep last night because I accidentally stayed up until like 1:30 am and had to get up by 7:30 to go to my 8:00 class. Needless to say, I bought myself an energy drink to make it through my classes.

I'm pretty sad for another reason as well. I found out that my favorite dance crew, Poreotics, is performing at the University of Utah, which is only about 2 hours away from me. Unfortunately for me, I don't have a car and I have class at 9:30 am the next morning........of course I could skip it, I only missed it once this semester..... But, anyways, I really really want to go see them, but I have no way to get there. Boo my life....

Anyways.....onto a brighter topic. I finally decided to make a twitter. Yeah I know, I've conformed a little *shivers* eek, scary. So my twitter is @thatonegeeq I think it's pretty cool, if you'd like you can go check it out and maybe follow me. But yeah, so I'm getting used to the whole updating often thing....although I don't feel like I'm cool enough for people to care what I'm doing, so I only update things that I think are funny or like earlier when I commented on the current weather......have I mentioned I dislike the snow? I've also made a new YouTube account. I got tired of my old YouTube account which was Gaarafan14, mostly because of the fact that I'm no longer 14 and I'm not quite as big of a Gaara fan. So I created a new account to fit my current personality and I think that I will be keeping this one a lot longer than my other one. I'm contemplating starting a vlog or something but once again, I don't think I'm cool enough for people to care. I'm definitely going to be uploading music videos, and random videos that I make for awesome songs. You can find my YouTube channel at: thatonegeeq So enjoy and love it!

So that's my wonderful day and I am off to pay attention to class not, I'll probably be on twitter or facebook....maybe even roleplaygateway.com. Ha, I'm horrible at paying attention for long periods of time. Sometimes I think I have ADD or something. Well byez all!

Ephron: A Tale of True Love.....Maybe - The Great Prophecy, Prologue, Chapter 1 and Chapter 2

The Great Prophecy

Though the Upperworld and Underworld,

Hate each other so; the two worlds will be joined as one.

The one special demon

And the one special girl,

Shall love each other true,

And make the sacred vow,

To be together throughout time.

The demons will calm,

And stand the light

Which they could not before.

Ephron shall be a world of peace. 

Prologue

            Ephron, a world of turmoil and chaos, yet also a world of peace and tranquility. A world divided, two worlds in one. One and only one gate separates the worlds, unable to fall. Guards positioned on the Upperworld side warn civilians of rogue demons or attacks.

            Home to all the beautiful plants and animals known to man, the Upperworld contains the fairies, pixies, centaurs, elves, and good creatures. “Vegetarian” vampires rule the Upperworld, creating peace and tranquility for all its inhabitants.

            Sapphire gems inlaid in crowns or jewelry, contain most of the Royal family’s strength and magical power. The King’s inlaid in his crown, the Queen’s in her’s, the Prince’s in his cloak clip, and the Princess’s hanging on a silver chain around her neck.

            The Demonworld, home to all the ogres, dragons, trolls, giants, witches, wizards, and all other manner of evil creatures live under the Royal family’s rule, in the rock-filled environment. A family of vampires with blood-red eyes has blood-red rubies to keep their strength and magical powers in check. The king’s inlaid in his crown, the Queen’s hanging from a golden chain, the princess’s on a black ribbon choker, the prince’s in his sword handle, and the Crown Prince’s on a leather bracelet. Their true forms – longer fangs and immensely pale white skin – emerge only during a full moon.

            Unable to stand the bright, glowing sun of the Upperworld, the demons may only enter the Upperworld during the night.

            Royal family members of both worlds must be cautious not to get their gems taken, for their powers would cease until the gems were returned.

            It is in the Demonworld of Ephron, as a young man, with short, messy, blood-red hair, is sneaking out of his room that our story begins....

Chapter One

            I opened the door to the dark, cold, and dreary corridor, double-checked that no one was coming, and silently slipped into the corridor and out the nearest window. I ran across the courtyard, pulling my cloak’s hood on. As I ran, townspeople, still out and about, bowed. I reached the gate and looked through to see lights zig-zagging through the trees.

            My ruby glowed as my blood-red hair turned dark brown and my clothes to rags. As I stepped through the gate, the guards turned to see me enter and started for their horns. With feigned distress, I said, “Wait, wait! I’m an Upperworlders! I’ve been held captive by the demons for six years, and finally escaped!” At this the guards lowered their horns and let me pass. Stupid Upperworlders, they’ll believe anything.

            I slipped silently through the trees, looking at all the plants and flowers that don’t exist in the Demonworld. I slowed to a walk as I sensed someone up ahead. As I passed the next tree, I entered a clearing in which a young woman, with long strawberry-blonde hair, was standing.

            I took a step back, snapping a branch. The woman spun around to reveal shocking, liquid blue eyes that seemed to burn with anger as she saw my blood-red eyes. I started to turn, yet was stopped by an invisible cord that wrapped around me like a snake.

            “Which demon prince are you? Zero or Jacob?”

I looked at her in puzzlement. “I’m not a demon, much less a prince.”

            “If you aren’t a Royal demon, then why do you have blood-red eyes?”

            I blinked, my eyes changing to hazel, “My eyes are hazel.”

            The woman looked closer at my eyes, puzzled. With a wave of her hand, she looked away. “Sorry. It’s just for a minute I thought they were.”

            “It’s fine, but can you undo whatever it is you did?”

            “Oh right, sorry. By the way I’m Aeria,” the woman said.

            I fell to the ground, after being released from the spell, due to my lack of balance skills. From the ground, I looked up with a shocked expression on my face. “Wait, Aeria as in Princess Aeria?”

            “Yeah, that’s me.”

            Huh, she’s easier to find than I thought she would be. “Well then Princess, would you mind if I gave you something to remember our encounter, for – believe me – this will not be the last time we meet, Princess,” I said reaching into my pocket and pulling out a ruby.

            “I thought you said you weren’t a demon,” Aeria said as she examined the ruby.

            “I’m not.”

            “Then how did you end up with a ruby? They’re only found in the Demonworld.”

            “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

            “Try me.”

“Okay, I recently escaped from the Demonworld, and snatched a few to get me started again,” I replied calmly.

“I believe you,” Aeria said, her blue eyes showing her belief.

“Your eyes are the most shocking blue I’ve ever seen.”

            Branches snapped as demons came out of the trees. “Bet the Royals will like you for dinner,” a troll said.

            I turned around, glaring at the demons, with a glare they knew could only belong to the Crown Prince alone. While the demons were distracted, Aeria stunned them with a bright flash of her sapphire. “Come on,” Aeria whispered, to a dazed Zero.

            As Aeria pulled me through the trees, the demons collected themselves and followed them through the trees. As we burst through the tree line, we skidded to a stop at the edge of a gorge, fifteen feet wide and 2,000 feet deep. “Do you trust me?” I asked, looking at Aeria with eyes full of feigned hope.

            “Y-yes, why?”

            “I’m going to toss you across the gorge and jump over after you. Of course you could just zap a bridge but then the demons could follow much faster that way.”

            “Ok,” Aeria said as I prepared to toss her. “I’m ready.”

            “Ok, here we go,” I said as I picked her up, ran and tossed her gracefully across the gorge. As she landed on the other side, the demons burst through the trees and grabbed me and began binding me, dragging me back through the trees towards the Demonworld.

Aeria fell to the ground crying for the man, who gave up his ‘freedom’ for her.

Chapter Two

            “Alright, alright!  You can let me go now,” I growled to the demons after we arrived in the Demonworld. The demons proceeded to untie me. “Did you really have to tie the rope that tight?”

            “Sorry your princelyness,” a goblin replied. The demons watched me in silence as I wandered around the cliff top, thinking of Aeria.

            “Crown Prince?” a warlock asked cautiously.

            “What?” I yelled, glaring.

            The warlock flinched, because I have been known to be rather violent when mad. “We were asked to help you in any way you need in the future. Are our services needed?”

            “No they are not and who told you to ‘help’ me. All you did was ruin what I was doing. You did not help. You could’ve asked before I left or when I came back. I was with the PRINCESS of the Upperworld. I was closer to the goal than anybody else has ever been before. I could be that demon, she could be that girl. And you went and ruined chances that I could’ve had now I have to make up excuses as to why I escaped again in such a short time, why you guys didn’t watch the ONE prisoner who has ever escaped the Demonworld in about 500 years. Did you even think of that?” I said furious.

            “No we did not. We are extremely sorry that your father had us cause you such an inconvience, sire.”

            “Unfortunately, what is done is done. Just do not follow me again,” i said heading back towards the palace, trying to cool off before having to face my father, which I  always dreaded doing.

*                 *                       *                       *          

            Aeria stood up, walked to the edge of the gorge, looking over at the spot which the man who gave up his freedom for her safety had briefly sat while being bound. As her sapphire flashed, a bridge popped up in front of her and she slowly walked across the bridge towards the tree line hoping and praying that no one would pass by as she silently mourned the loss of a brave young man.
            As Aeria sat against a tree, a young man with short, messy, blonde hair walked out of the bushes and saw her. “Aeria! There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. What have you been doing?”

            “Lucas,” Aeria whispered between sobs. “Lucas, there was a man.”

            “Yes, what about this man? Did he do something to you? Aeria tell me.”

            “H-he gave up his fr-freedom for my life.”

            “His freedom? From what?”

            “The Underworld. The demons, they just came out of nowhere. I couldn’t do anything. But I don’t want him to die for me,” Aeria said as she burst into tears, falling into Lucas’s arms. “What do I do?”

            “We tell father,” he said, picking her up and walking towards the palace.

*                 *                       *                       *          

            As they approached the palace steps, the Queen burst through the doors, “Aeria! Is she okay? What happened? Lucas, tell me right this minute.”

            “Mother, she’s fine. I’ll tell you inside. I don’t want to tell you in front of the entire village.”

            “Fine, fine, just hurry up. Go, Go!” the Queen said as she ushered him into the palace.

“Take her up to her room,” Lucas said to a servant as he walked in and set her in his arms. “Where is Father?”

            “Where else?”

            “Right, right, of course,” he said as he headed off down the hall to the five story library in which the King spent most of his time.

Forbidden Life Chapter 1

                A young girl with brilliant red hair, dressed in a somewhat baggy, long-sleeved black sweater, the sleeves pulled slightly over her hands and jeans, walks through the gardens of the Phantomhive Estate. Her eyes took in her surroundings carefully; she turned her gaze to the mansion, her eyes passing over the windows quickly. Her eyes stop, resting on one window in particular. The second floor, middle window, a small balcony set in front of the floor-length window. The curtains on this particular window are pulled back and a boy of about eighteen is standing in the window, leaning against the wall. He is dressed in brown pants that are tucked carefully into calf-high, laced-up, black boots, with a white long-sleeved button-up shirt tucked into his pants, and under a form-fitting black vest. The top two buttons on the shirt are undone with a red tie tied loosely around his neck; black gloves covered his slender hands. His short, shaggy and messy brownish black hair barely covered his brown eyes as he looked out over the gardens. A lonely and sad look in his eyes; as if he felt her gaze the boy turned his head just enough to lock eyes with her.

                As he locks eyes with her, she turns quickly, running out of the garden. I shouldn’t have been seen by him, I just know it. I just hope that he doesn’t say anything about seeing me here, she thought as she ran. How could I let myself be so careless? As she reaches the estate’s gates, she looks back one more time before exiting the grounds. As she looked back at the window, the boy was no longer there. She shakes her head lightly. I was sure there was someone there. Did he go to tell someone about me? She turns running back to town, a mile down the mountain. She runs to her house, running past her parents, not stopping to answer their question, going straight to her room. As she sits quietly in her room, she wonders quietly about the look the boy seemed to have in his eyes. Should I go back? She shakes her head, her thoughts taking over. I’ll wait until night to fall before I go back. I don’t want to get caught again. This way I can use the darkness to get away if I do get caught.

                The boy pushes himself off of the wall he was leaning against and peeks his head around the corner of the wall, looking out the window to see if the girl was still there. Noticing that she was gone, he steps back into the window, leaning against the wall once more. He looks out at the gardens, a hand pressed gently against the window, seeming as though he wished to leave the room, to be part of something else. As night falls the boy, pushes open the window and steps onto the balcony quietly. He looks around for a second, before jumping off and landing on the ground, his steps making a soft clack as he lands. He wanders the gardens quietly, looking at the flowers, he stops in front of a wilting rose and cups a hand around it. His eyes turned a faint blood-red as the flower bloomed back to a lovely, blood-red color.

               The boy straightens and walks over to a fountain of an angel and a demon, his hands in his pockets, smirking slightly, closing his eyes, taking in the fresh, clean, night air. The girl walks into the garden again, looking around at the plants and ornaments scattered throughout the garden. She walks up to the fountain, not paying quite enough attention to notice that the boy is standing there, still as a statue, eyes closed. As he feels a new presence nearby, he opens his eyes slowly, looking towards the presence. He watches the girl as she sits down on a stone bench near the fountain, just looking at it.

                The boy moves his head towards her, not saying a word. The girl notices the movement and stands up quickly, eyes widening as she steps away, scared. The boy turns around quietly, walking away, each step clacking against the stone path of the garden. The girl watches for a second too scared to speak. “Wh-who are you?” her voice was shaky and weak.

                The boy stopped and turned his upper body towards her slightly, his head turned completely so that he could see her. He inclined his head slightly in a sort of bow. “Michael,” his voice was soft and gentle.

                The girl recovered  herself slightly. “Why is that no one who lives here leaves the grounds?”

                “They do, I don’t however,” Michael said, a faraway look passing over his eyes.

                The girl looks at his eyes, “Your eyes seem so sad.” She blushes slightly as she looks away. “S-sorry.”

                Michael smiled slightly, “It’s alright. It isn’t your fault.” He pauses slightly before continuing, “Did you know that this estate is haunted?”

                “I’ve heard the stories. The son of the owner died as a young adult. He was murdered, and his spirit never left the grounds,” the girl said as though she didn’t believe what she said.

                “It’s true. At least, it is in a way,” a knowing glint in his eyes as he smiled.

                The girl blinks as a door to the mansion opens, letting light flow out. “I should go.”

                “You can stay if you want. They’re just going to come look for me,” turn back around, walking towards the mansion.

                “Why would they be looking for you,” she says confused.

                Michael stops, and turns around again, smiling, “Because they don’t like their ghost to be sighted.”

                The girl steps back a few steps, her eyes widening. “You’re the…..son?” She stifles a scream as she turns and runs out of the garden. Michael looks down, and turns around quietly, walking back to the mansion, walking through the door, the door shutting behind him. The girl stops at the edge of the garden, and looks back just in time to see the door shut behind him. She turns to leave, and hesitates before running back to the fountain.

                The light turns on in Michael’s room, and he appears at the window, stepping out onto the balcony once again. He notices the girl standing at the fountain, looking at it, her bangs covering her eyes. She sits down on the rim of the fountain and looks up at the house, towards the lit window. Michael smiles down at her slightly, as she looks away from the window. “Of course, now she’s scared,” he mumbles to himself, his smile fading.

                The girl looked down sadly. Who could ever be friends with a ghost? I’m so stupid, I should’ve just left. Michael watched her a few seconds more before he looked over his shoulder briefly, and jumped off of the balcony. As he landed on the stone path, his feet made a soft clack. The girl looked up at the sound. What was that? She thought to herself and began to walk towards the sound.

                Michael quickly looked up at the house, making sure no one was awake, or saw him jump. The girl stopped a few feet away from Michael. “If you’re a ghost, then how can you make noise when your feet hit the ground?”

                Michael looked over at the voice, a faint smile surfacing. “You’ve heard of ghosts picking up objects and throwing them, correct? Well, it is something along those lines.” Or because I’m alive.

                The girl’s eyes glow softly, and ever-so-faintly. “You don’t seem dead to me,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. “I don’t believe you.”

                Michael started to walk down the path, hands in his pockets, “Is that so?”

                The girl walked next to him, “Yes, that is so.”

                “What do I seem to you?”

                She looked at him, carefully taking him in. “You seem lost and alone; but not dead.”

                Michael walks quietly, for a while, stopping to look at the roses. “Well, I’ll let you in on a little known fact. I’m alive.”

                The girl nodded, a satisfied look placed on her face. “I knew it. You had me at first, but it’s all in the eyes.”

                “I’m not often allowed out of my room, or allowed to be seen by many people for that matter; creating the illusion of the estate being haunted.”

                “Why do they want that?” she asked, laughing slightly.

                Michael looks her directly in the eyes and bluntly says, “My father hates me.”

                She blinks quietly, pausing. “So why don’t you leave?”

                Michael begins to walk once more, “ I can’t. I mean I’ve tried but I’ve never gotten very far.”

                “Then try tonight.”

                He smiles slightly, “I would but I’m not in the mood to get hit again, at the moment.”

                “Come on, what is there to lose if you are a captive as you say?” Michael looks at her quietly, and then back at the mansion. “I’ve been in and out of here millions of times. I can get you out.”

                “They don’t watch every move you make.”

                “If you are that scared then you should go back to your room.”

                Michael looks at her indignantly, “Who said I was scared. I just don’t want to get hit.” He looks back at the mansion. “You can get me out?”

                She smiles victoriously, “Yeah, I know all the side exits; even some that shouldn’t be there.”

                Michael smirked softly, “Then would you mind helping me escape from my personal prison of sorts?”

                “I would love to help you escape.”

                “Thank you, by the way, may I ask your name?”

                “It’s Talya.”

                Michael smiled gently, “It is a pleasure to meet you Talya.” He bowed slightly, “I am Michael Phantomhive, the mysterious and infamous ghost of the Phantomhive Estate.”

                “Nice to meet you, this way,” she grabbed his hand and pulling him down the pathway.

                Michael followed her lead calmly, steal a glance or two back at the mansion. “May I ask how long you’ve been sneaking in and out of here?”

                “Since I was eight, why?” she reached a break in the side fence. Placing her hand on her hips, “See?”

                “Just wondering, I’ve never seen you before.”

                “Just means that I’m that good,” she said smiling as she went through the break.

                “It does,” he says slipping through the break after her.

                Talya turned around to face Michael, looking over his shoulder, “The lights are on, we should run for it.”

                Michael turned around slightly, “Seems as though they’ve found out I’m not in my room.”

                “I can get you to the ferry boats.”

                “Ferry boats?”

                “They can take you anywhere on the river.”

                “Sounds fun.”

                “It is,” she says smiling as she walks down the mountain to town. Michael smiles gently, and follows her quietly.

Royal Mishaps

Chapter One

                Jeremy glanced at the bodyguards that were positioned around him as he walked through the hallways of the mall. He was not happy about the fact that his mother forced him to have the bodyguards come with him. He glared at the bodyguards and crossed his arms. He turned suddenly to enter a store and a bodyguard stopped him. Jeremy glared up at the bodyguard. “Why are you stopping me? I’m not trying to ditch you guys, no matter how much I want to. I’m going into a store, you know the reason why I came to the mall,” he said as he pushed past the bodyguard and walked into the clothing store. The bodyguards followed him into the store and two of them stood next to the entrance while the other two walked next to him, one on either side of him.

                Jeremy frowned slightly and ran his hand through his shaggy, blonde hair as he looked through the clothes quietly, trying to ignore the stares and whispers that he was receiving because of the bodyguards. He stopped and turned to the bodyguards. “Back up a little alright? I feel like I can’t breathe with you guys standing there. I’m going to be fine. I honestly don’t believe that anyone here is going to try to kill me with you guys standing five feet away. So please, back up,” he said and turned back to the clothes as the bodyguards back up a few feet.

                Jeremy found a few pairs of pants, a few shirts, jackets, and scarves and walked up to the cashier, setting the clothes down on the counter. He smiled softly at the cashier as she asked how he was today, “I’m alright, and you?” The cashier blushed a little and mumbled a soft okay as she rang up his clothes. Jeremy held out his credit card to the cashier, who took it and ran it through the machine and handed it back to him and set the receipt on the counter with a pen for him to sign. As Jeremy signed the receipt, the cashier placed his clothes into a bag and set it on the counter and took the receipt back. Jeremy smiled and took his bag and walked out of the store and immediately bumped into a girl with long brown hair, knocking her to the ground.

                His eyes widened and he knelt down to help her up, “I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

                The girl shot a glare at him through her deep brown eyes and pushed his hands away, “I’m fine. Watch where you’re going next time.” She picked up her bags and stood up, walking away. Jeremy watched her walk away, shocked and slightly happy. He was happy because most people just apologize to him for being in his way, even if it was his fault, because of who he is.

                Jeremy stood up slowly and stood there for a second as his bodyguards formed their box around him, the two on his sides leading him out of the mall and to his limo. The bodyguard in the front opened the door for him as he slid in, the bodyguards followed in after him and the limo drove back to the palace. When they arrived a bodyguard opened the door and the others slid out of the limo before Jeremy stepped out. He walked into the mansion and walked to his suite, set his bag down on a couch and walked over to his bed and flopped down on it quietly, thinking of the girl at the mall.

                Jeremy drifted off to sleep shortly and slept until a maid walked in and gently shook him awake, letting him know that it was time for dinner. Jeremy nodded as he slipped off his bed quietly and stood up, stretching. He then followed the maid out of his room and through the maze of hallways to the dining hall. He walked in quietly and took his place in the middle of the long table, his mother at one end and his father at the other. When he sat down, a butler brought him a covered plate and set it down in front of him. He mumbled a quiet thanks as the butler uncovered the plate and walked away. Jeremy picked up his fork and started to pick at his food, taking a small bite every now and then. His mother and father ate their dinner quietly, not saying a word to each other or to Jeremy.

                Jeremy cleared his throat after a few minutes, drawing his parents’ attention. “I’m sorry, I have homework to do, I must ask your permission to be excused from dinner,” he said, setting his fork down gently. His father nodded quietly as did his mother, and Jeremy quietly stood up and walked out of the dining hall. He didn’t truthfully have any homework; he just didn’t like sitting there in the uncomfortable silence. Most people outside of the family, even most of the other royalty, didn’t know that his parents were not getting along very well anymore. And with Jeremy being the heir to the throne, that little fact getting out would be not so great for publicity. Although there was a chance for him to get the public’s sympathy, there was a higher chance of him being bothered with questions of how their marital problems were affecting his mental stability and that would then raise questions about whether or not he was in proper mental condition to be the King of Castanna. So their marital problems were pretty much on the down low.

                Jeremy gave a small sigh as he walked out of the palace quietly and walked to the stables. Walking in, he walked over to his horse and saddled him swiftly. When he was finished, he pulled himself up onto the horse and rode out of the stables. He led him to the gates and waited for the gate guards to open the gate for him before riding out and heading towards the forest a few blocks away from the palace. As he rode through town, he got a few stares and whispers, but he ignored them and kept riding, urging his horse into a gallop as he entered the forest and following the path quietly.

                After a few minutes, he slowed his horse to a walk and dropped the reins on the saddle, letting his horse choose where he wanted to go, and relaxed, looking at the trees and plants that surrounded him as he rode in the cool, fall evening. As his horse walked down the path, his phone rang. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he looked at the number before answering his phone. “Jeremy,” he said as he picked up the reins with one hand.

                “Your Highness, your mother wishes to speak with you immediately,” a voice responded.

“I’m busy and cannot speak with her at the moment,” he said, shutting his phone swiftly and placed it back into his pocket, taking ahold of the reins with his other hand as well and urged his horse into a gallop. He led his horse through the trees, he pulled his horse to a stop as he heard many voices talking and laughing nearby. He grew interested, not being able to get out of his family’s estate very often as his parent’s didn’t want him to be exposed to the media and paparazzi until it is absolutely necessary, and led his horse in the direction of the voices.

As he reached the tree-line of the forest, he saw a public school with students outside, running around and playing games or just sitting down and talking. He watched quietly from the trees, intrigued with how public schools worked. Jeremy had always gone to a private school, feeling weird and different there. He only had one friend at his private school who knew how he felt. His school had given them that Friday off and Jeremy had planned on spending it as he normally did – avoiding his parents.  As Jeremy watched the students, his phone rang again and a group of girls nearby looked over at the sound and noticed him. The girls whispered to each other and pointed at Jeremy as he answered his phone.

“What do you want?” he asked shortly.

“Jeremy Kensington! Get home now! I need to speak with you now,” his mother’s voice yelled through the phone.

“Yes mother. I’ll be home shortly,” he said, shutting his phone and putting it in his pocket. He recognized the school as the one that is a across town from his estate, and figured it would be quicker to just cut across town through the school’s yard and the two parks between here and his house rather than going back the same way he came, and he wanted to get this over with as soon as he possibly could. He then urged his horse forward and into a gallop and rode across the school’s yard, causing the students to stop and stare at him as he rode past. He ignored the stares and continued to ride. He reached his family’s estate twenty minutes later and rode up to the steps leading up to the mansion, jumping off his horse and handing the reins to a servant who had ran out to meet him. He walked into the house quietly and wove his way through the hallway maze to his mother’s study and knocked on the door quietly as he entered.

When he walked in, his mother was sitting at her desk working on some paperwork quietly. She looked up and motioned to a chair and frowned at his choice in clothing. Jeremy sat down and looked at a vase on a nearby table quietly. “Jeremy, we have quite a few things to discuss,” she said setting her pen down and folding her hands.

“Do we now?” Jeremy asked as he turned to look at his mother. “I am perfectly happy with how things are going. Well minus the fact that you force me to take the bodyguards with me everywhere I go, when I am perfectly capable of looking out for myself. Oh and that I have to attend a stupid school where no one likes me for me, but only because of my lineage,” Jeremy said as a small glare settled over his eyes.

His mother frowned. “You will continue to take them with you. You don’t know how dangerous it is outside of these walls. You,” she started before Jeremy cut her off.

“Of course I don’t know what it’s like! The only time I get out of here is to go to school or when I sneak out. I honestly hate having to stay inside the walls and the fact that I can’t go too close to the walls or gate, lest I be seen!” Jeremy said loudly.

“Don’t interrupt me Jeremy. Now, you will also continue to go to Castanna Private School; if you know what’s best for you. You should think about changing your wardrobe to something that fits your status, like suits. You don’t have wear the jacket all the time,” his mother said bluntly.

“I’ve thought it over about twenty times. I’m not going to wear suits,” Jeremy said, folding his arms. “Mother, about school, can I go to one semester of public school? If something happens and my life is endangered by going there, I will go back to Castanna Private School without a fight and I’ll stay there. I’ll come home every day after school; I won’t let anyone know my lineage. I promise. Please? One semester, just one?” he pleaded.

His mother gave a sigh as she rubbed her temples. She was quiet for a few minutes as Jeremy looked at her hopefully. “One semester, that’s it. You will go back to private school if anything, and I mean, anything happens to endanger your life,” she said, picking her pen up and started to work again.

Jeremy’s eyes widened slightly and he jumped up, hugging his mother and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. “Thank you mother!” he said, his voice filled with joy, as he smiled and rushed out of the study and rushed to his room. Once in his room, he turned on his computer and clicked open the internet. He went to his school’s chat page and logged in.

JKensington: I’m off to public school. Mom just gave me permission. I told you guys I could get her to let me go. There’s just a few conditions I have to follow to go.

KGallanburg: NO WAY!! SERIOUSLY!? How’d you do it man?

HBernam: I don’t believe it man. There’s no way your mom would ever let you go to public school. I mean you’re second in line for the THRONE. Why would you even want to go to a place like that anyways?

JKensington: Kevin, I told her that if anything happened to endanger my life I would go back to Castanna without a fight. And Henry, if you beg and plead enough, you can get what you want. It’s also just temporary for now, if I can get through this semester without dying, I may be able to stay there.

KGallanburg: I’m with you, if I tell my parent’s that you’re going, they’re sure to let me go to. I want to see how public education works. It’s supposed to be completely different than private education.

HBernam: I heard they make their own lunches because they can’t afford the school lunch or the school lunches are so horrible that you can’t eat them unless you want to die. But I’m with you as well.

JKensington: You guys are awesome! Then I guess I’ll see you both at Fort Castanna Public High School on Monday. Oh, and please don’t come in limos or in cars with drivers, wearing designer clothes. We want to try to fit in with the other students before we cause any ruckus. Just wear the school uniform and drive yourselves or something. Just act normal please.

KGallanburg: Gotcha…..gah, got to go, maid is pulling me out of my room as we speak for dinner see you on Monday!

KGallanburg has logged off.

HBernam: I’ve got to go as well. I have to go to a press conference for some big fundraiser thing my parents are hosting. See you Monday.

HBernam has logged off.

JKensington has logged off.

Jeremy smiled to himself as he shut off his computer and walked over to his bed and lay down. At least he would have Kevin and Henry there with him. He quietly thought to himself about how his new life at Fort Castanna Public High School would go. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too horrible and he would make some new friends before his mother went completely haywire and pull him out of the school before the end of the semester. He smiled softly as he drifted off to sleep, pulling a small blanket over him as he slept on top of the covers. 

Introductory Post

Alright, so hi everyone out there in the world of ours that just happens to be reading this post. So my name is Jessica, but I prefer to be called Jessi <---spelt like that no 'e' at the end. I'm 18 years old, and I am attending college to earn a degree in Graphic Arts. I plan to go into advertising/marketing when I graduate. I really really love to write. It is one of my favorite things to do. I'm a dancer as well, but I'm only good at ballroom dance.

I am currently in the middle of writing three stories:

• Royal Mishaps - Its about Jeremy Kengsington, the heir to the throne, who just happens to be rebellious and not want to do what his mother and father want him to. He meets a girl who doesn't give a crap about whether he's royalty or not and treats him just like she would any other person in the world. (Recommended for Teenagers and up. Will have some small aspects that aren't completely suitable for children.)
• Forbidden Life - Its about Michael Phantomhive, the son of Earl Ciel Phantomhive, who is believed to have died ten years ago when he was eight. His father is abusive and keeps him hidden in his room. On one of his nightly visits to the gardens of the Phantomhive Estate, he meets Talya who had snuck into the gardens to look around. She offers to help him escape, but their escape doesn't end quite so well. (Recommended for Teenagers and up. Has some small aspects that aren't completely suitable for children and is a bit more violent than other stories I've written.)
• Ephron: A Tale of True Love.........Maybe - This one is based on a game that I played with my friends when I was like 14 or 15. The world is divided into two worlds, the Upperworld and the Demonworld, the worlds hate each other and the only way to travel between the two worlds is a small gate/portal. The only Demonworlder brave enough to go through the portal without permission, is Crown Prince Zero. He often travels between the two worlds unbeknownst to anyone. On one of his nightly excursions, because the Demonworlders can't be in the Upperworld in the daytime, he meets the Princess of the Upperworld, Aeria. He 'saves' her from some demons and is 'dragged' back to the Demonworld against his will, Aeria thinking that he was an unfortunate Upperworlder who gave himself up to save her. (Probably going to end up being a Children's story, so pretty much suitable for whoever.)

I will probably be posting the stories here, chapter by chapter. I am also uploading them on FanFiction.net under my pen name: LifexEntwined. (www.fanfiction.net/~lifexentwined) Uhm that's pretty much all for now. I have to work on my lovely anthropology paper now. See you all!! - Jessi