First day in London.

Hey, not going to be a long blog post today. It's the first day in London and it's been great. We went into Kingston this afternoon, then we went out to a great Indian restaurant for tea.

It's been a great first day here and I know tomorrow is going to be a lot better.

Not going to type much tonight, I hate typing on my iPod, it always brings up big mistakes and corrects things that don't need to be corrected. So I apologise bow for any mistakes that you see here. I just cant type on this thing.


Not sure if i'plcbe blogging tomorrow, so I'll leave you with a simple...

Night!

Do you know what?

I was so preoccupied with typing my new chapter of DYRM, that I totally forgot about blogging until now. How stupid was that? Eternally, right?

So, I've not done much today in any case. Just gotten ready to go to London. Which brings me to my new message. I don't think I'll be updating until Wednesday. I might do, the person who I'm staying with does have internet, it's whether I'll be living enough to type a blog that's worrying me. Oh well, I don't think I'll be that missed. I'll be taking a pen and paper with me so I can keep writing DYRM, but nothing for that is promised either. I could see it as a writer's vacation. I'm going to be buying quite a few things. So all's good. :D

So, moving on, here's the new chapter. I hope you like it. It looks to me like the plot might finally start moving again :D

Chapter 25

Beep. Beep. Beep. What the hell is that noise? It’s so damn annoying. Someone please turn it off.

            Where am I? Did I die? I’m not sure if I should be happy or sad about that. I’d be happy because then I wouldn’t have to see Maggie again. I’d be sad because then I would have surely failed Hayley and Jesse.

            I’m sure they’d understand if they found out I’d died. Does drug overdosing count as suicide?

            I bet you it does. Life just sucks that way for me.

            I groaned, opening one eye and closing it quick. The room was too bright. Where did people go when they die? I’d never really bothered to ask anyone. Not that they’d know because they’d never died before.

            “Danny?’ God, who was asking me questions now. I’d died and still being questioned? This was going to be some sucky afterlife. “Danny? Can you hear me?”

            I groaned in response. I heard the person sigh. I opened my eyes again, and blinked a few million times to let them adjust to the sudden light intrusion.

            Hospital. I’d know this place from a mile away, I’d only been here once in my memory, but what other kind of building had a mixed smell of death and cleanliness? The air was coated in the foul smell. What other kind of building, also, was just decked white from floor to ceiling?

            It really didn’t take much guessing.

            I turned my head and found the source of the beeping. A heart monitor. I must have got it bad.

            “How could you do such a thing to yourself, Danny?” I looked over to the source of the voice. Jamie.

            “What day is it?” I asked, avoiding the attention.

            “Friday.” I’d missed a day of school. Well, two technically as I was supposed to go back to school from my suspension yesterday. “You didn’t answer my question.”

            “What I do is none of your business.”

            “Of course it is, you’re my brother.”

            “When can I get out of here?” I asked quickly.

            “I don’t know. I’ll go tell the doctors your awake.”

            I sincerely hoped that she’d leave it. Obviously I’d been dreaming a little too large here. Well, the thought of doctors hadn’t really come to me. I just didn’t want to have them crowding around me asking me questions. Oh, Danny, why won’t you come back to me? That’s what she’d said to me. The words had pierced me sharper than the sharpest knife the world knew.

            My heart broke to pieces just thinking about what she’d said to me. When I’d been getting stoned on the drugs, the only thing I could hear were my own thoughts with what she’d said playing on repeat like a broken record in the background.

            My life had slowly turned to hell.

            “Well, Danny, it’s good to see you in the land of the living.” The doctor was obviously trying to make a joke.

            “Look, I’m fine, can’t you just let me go? I don’t need to be here.” Sure, I’d said that, but I was still feeling a little light-headed. It was probably the damn brightness of the damn room. Whoa, I was definitely in a curse mood today. I

            “No can do. Have to make sure you don’t relapse.”

            “Well, I’m not going to. I feel perfectly fine.”

            “I’m sure you do. It’s just for precautions.” Damn doctors and damn their precautions.

            “When can I go then?”

            “Well, if you really want to. I’ll see about getting you out tomorrow.”

            “Thank Christ. What is there to do in this hellhole?”

            “We’re certainly in a chipper mood today.”

            “You didn’t answer my question.” I said echoing what my sister had told me earlier, though she hadn’t come back into the room. She was probably getting Maggie and Jim.

            “Nothing, for you, of course. You have to rest. You worried us. It was real close call. Your parents have been worried sick.”

            “I’m sure they have been.” He obviously didn’t catch my sarcasm and smiled and walked out of the room.

Boredom had dominated me for the rest of the day and night I was there. The bed was uncomfortable and I had the annoying beep, beep, beep all day and night. I was just about ready to go nuts with it all.

            Luckily, Jamie had come to save me. Holly had come over too, last night. I was grateful for that.

            “Hey, Danny, heard you’d ended up in here.” Holly laughed casually walking into my room.

            “Hey, how was school?” I asked.

            “Everyone’s talking about you. They said you went mental and totally drugged yourself up.”

            “Well, obviously the ‘drugged up’ part is right. I’m not exactly sure about the mental, yet.”

            “They say that you’re going to go to jail. That Simon’s family is going to press charges.”

            “I most certainly hope not. Though, I wouldn’t be against them if they did. I hurt him pretty badly. I deserve whatever I get.”

            “Don’t you ever say that! Don’t you think you’ve suffered enough as it is? Someone out there is playing a cruel joke on you and you should know that. It’s not your fault everything is like this.”

            I didn’t really know what to say to her after that. She talked to me about the rest of school. She said Simon had gone back to school on that Friday. He’d broken his nose and jaw and everything else was just a way of him trying to get attention. It was nothing worth sending someone to jail for.

            But Holly didn’t really know the extent of what I’d done in the time I’d been back.

            I knew now that I’d probably end up in some prison. There were only so many chances you could get before everything just blows up in your face.

“Hey, Jamie?” I asked stepping into her room when I got home. My ride with Maggie had been awkward in the car. I knew she wanted to talk to me, but I couldn’t face her. I didn’t want to see the disappointment in her eyes. I didn’t want to see the hope that she held for some day getting back the Danny that she remembered.

            Somewhere deep down I knew that she’d probably never get back the Danny that she knew. Whatever had happened to him when he was kidnapped would have changed him forever, and what was happening now to me. I don’t think that Danny would be able to handle it. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

            I couldn’t tell her that I thought this though, so I went to Jamie. She’d promised me she’d do something for me.

            I took this moment, as she looked up from her research books, her English books, to study the light pink of her walls and the white bedspread. There really wasn’t much to Jamie’s room. It was plain. There was a bookshelf overloaded with books of all sorts on one end of the room, a bed, a wardrobe, a desk that she was sitting at, and a chest of drawers. Nothing else. Nothing was out of place either.

            “Yes, Danny?” She answered back, finally looking up from her work.

            “Do you remember your promise to me?” Okay, so I guess the world ‘remember’ shouldn’t have been a good word in this situation, but hey, I didn’t think of that when it was coming out of my house.

            “Which promise? If you got your memory back, there’re a lot of promises I’ve made to you.”

            “It’s quite a recent promise. From when I came back to you.”

            “Does it have something to do with the site where you disappeared?”

            “That’s the one.” I smiled. “You promised me you’d take me to see it this week, and well, a lot has happened. I need to go now.”

            “Why the urgency? Mom said you needed to rest before you thought of doing anything.”

            “I don’t think I have that much time left.”

            “Why do you think that?”

            “Well, I don’t know where Hayley and Jesse are for a first. Anything could be happening to them. The sooner I get to them. The better everything gets. And two. I’m sure the trial will be coming up soon and there’ll be no way of me getting away with it and coming off lightly with a warning. Just face it. I’ll go to jail or whatever’ll happen to me.”

            “So, your saying, you really want me to take you? This isn’t some drug escapade, right?” Ah, the mention of the word. Since they discovered that I wasn’t capable of quitting drugs on my own. They were taking any ‘necessary precautions’ to stop me from getting to them again. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house on my own, in other words. I needed someone to be with me at all times. No matter where I went. I was also not allowed to be on the house on my own. No friends were allowed to come over in case they had drugs on them.

            I guess I should have taken it as a compliment that they even thought I had friends other than Hayley and Jesse. Well, there was Holly, but she had other things to do. She told me she had home business to do when she got home. I wished I remembered more about her sometimes. Her situation seemed complicated and I didn’t even know about it!

            “No, can’t you all give me a break? That’s the kind of stuff that made me want to do the stuff in the first place!”

            “Oh yeah, and that gang of friends you made before coming to us had nothing to with you smoking pot?”

            “Well, they started it, but as soon as I got here, everything just got stressful and I needed an escape.”

            “There are other ways to escape other than smoking pot, Danny.”

            “Yeah, well, what I do is none of your business.”

            “So, why should I take you to this damned camp site?” Now there’s a first for everything. Jamie never cursed, why didn’t she want to go there?

            “Why don’t you want to go there?”

            “Because it’s the place you disappeared Danny, why do you think I’d want to go back there in the first place? You could be taken again.”

            “I won’t get taken again. It won’t be long. I just need to see if there’s anything there that’ll help me get to Hayley and Jesse.”

            “You’re obsessed with finding people you don’t remember.” She stated calmly.

            “I just want them back.”

            “Why do you want them back so bad? If you don’t remember them, what should it matter to you?”

            And do you know what? I didn’t have an answer to her question. I did not know why I was so obsessed with finding my lost friends.

So, I hope you liked it, it's now officially hit the 121 page mark. Not far off making novel length. We're still currently in the stage of novella. But all's well, it's the longest original writing piece I've ever done :D

Night!

Should I call a blog untitled if I can't think of a name?

So, since I'm not in really a big, big rush (until my mam comes and tells me that it's too late to be on the computer), I'll tell you about my night in the tent.

Well, to be honest with you, as I'm thinking about it, there isn't really much to talk about. I knew I wouldn't like it, being the third time we'd be doing it. It was at an inconvenient time. I didn't really want to go.

But all in all, I did have some fun. Of course, my mother's grumpiness when putting the tent together, when taking the tent down and coming home and having the whole 'I didn't want to do it, why can't you say no?' thing, did really dampen the days.

But nothing of significance happened. I expected more to happen but it didn't. Oh well, lets hope there's no next time, right?

Another thing to have started in my life recently is religion. Not for me, I'm not sure if I want to 'believe' in some religion just yet, but my mum and dad have decided they want to give it a go. They tried forcing me into it, just like they are with the rest of the family. Though my older brother did get a choice and does want to go. 

I got out of it, mainly for the reason that I'm not ready to 'accept the Lord', I don't want to 'accept the Lord', I mean, no offense to anyone who believes. I'm not going to insult anyone's views on religion. Christianity, Muslim, anything, but I'm just not religious. Nothing has happened for me to believe and I'll decide when I'm willing to listen what preachers are trying to shove down my throat.

I'm just not interested. But neither am I a thing for the sciences either. I just go about my life, living the days as it comes. If I wanted to believe in something then I would.

I consider myself religiously confused. I'm not sure of anything at the moment.

I'll take my time to decide on things and sure, if I want to give it a go in the future I will. But currently, I'm not interested.

Of course, this view was obviously put down by my mother who said that I should give up an hour and a half of my life, because we all have to do things we don't want to do eventually, whether we like it or not.

I got out of it in the end. Religion for me is something that'll take it's time to come to me. I told them, if I ever wanted to go, I'd let them know. Currently though, it's not looking too good on the religious side.

So, of course. My mum has been in a funk with me all day. She's snapped at me for the slightest things, and stuff. To be honest with you, I just couldn't care less.

It's also like that because I really want to go to bed. I'm still recovering after the tent sleepover.

One crappy night's sleep and your paying for it for days, eh?

Night!

I don't really

Have amazing amounts of time to post my blog tonight. I've really got to get going. I'm really tired after nearly an all night escapade in the tent. Which was not all that comfortable.

So here's the next chapter. I'm not too keen on how everything is handled in the ending. So I've made some notes on what I think I might do when it comes to the editing.

Moving on, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 24

“Oh, shit.” I said looking up to see Maggie standing by my door, her jaw completely slack. How could I not have heard her? At least she hadn’t commented on my swearing yet. She had in the past.

            “Danny…when?...how?...please tell me…”

            “I don’t know what to say.” She seemed a little shocked; I wasn’t sure how to handle it. It didn’t help that I could still feel the high running through my veins.

            “What are you smoking Danny?”

            “I don’t think you want to hear it.” I answered her honestly, I wasn’t sure if she wanted to know what I was smoking because it would destroy her already fragile image of her son.

            “Is it pot?”

            I didn’t answer her.

            “We found a stash of pot, well, Inspector Malcolm found a stack of pot in your trousers when you were caught. We’ve known since he told us. I didn’t think you were still smoking it.”

            “Old habits die hard?” It came out as more of a question than a statement. I honestly didn’t know that they knew that I’d been smoking pot with John. So, was there really an image to tarnish? Did she know why I was home yet?

            “Mr Erickson called me, and told me that you’d been sent home for the afternoon. Why is that?”

            So, she hadn’t been told why I was home. Damn, bastard, Erickson, I should have guessed he’d leave me to rot like this.

            “I beat a kid up.” I said, after a breath. “Pretty badly.”

            “How badly?”

            “He was rushed to hospital in an ambulance.”

            “Oh, Danny,” she moaned, “Why did you do something like that?”

            “He was talking shit about Hayley and Jesse.”

            “But you don’t even remember them? Why would you go to suck lengths to fight for them?” I’m guessing she was responding like this because she didn’t understand what she was seeing. It didn’t help that I was still smoking the pot, did it?

            “The fact that I don’t remember them doesn’t count for anything.” I said loudly, “Their still my friends. I look at their pictures and pray to God that I remembered them. God, you don’t know how much I’d love to remember them. To be able to feel them, other than through a photograph. To laugh at the memories we had. Do you know how much it kills me every morning to wake up and not be able to remember what they smelt like? Where they are? That whilst I’m sleeping in a comfy, warm bed, their probably being tortured half to death? You have no idea how it feels!”

            “Danny, you need to get help for this.”

            “What I need is to find Hayley and Jesse, and I’ll be damned if someone from school thinks that they can talk shit about them.” The argument was really dampening my high. I hated talking about this stuff to people. I don’t even talk like this to Mrs Connors. I just couldn’t stop myself. I was angry at myself for losing it like that with Simon, and I was on a high. It wasn’t a very good combination for me.

            “Danny.” She was upset with me. I knew it.

            “Maggie, please, you just need to understand. I want them back. I’ll do anything to get them back.”

            “And so that includes smoking yourself silly? How do you expect to find them if your stoned?”

            “It calms me down. I only smoke the stuff if I’m really nervous or panicky. This is a fine example of what I’m like when trying to deal with both.” And there is where the sarcasm, or something similar, comes into it.

            “Danny, you really, really, need help with this. Don’t you say anything to Mrs Connors? She told me that you were getting better.”

            “I don’t trust her.”

            “And what about Simon? His parents are obviously going to say something about this to the police. It’ll be all over your trial. You can’t help your friends from a youth detention centre.”

            “I know. I wasn’t thinking.”

            “What would they say if they saw you now, eh? What would they think of you?”

            “Please, don’t use that on me. It’ll be the second time today someone’s said that to me, and the first person didn’t exactly end up fit and healthy.”

            It’s moments like this where I wonder where my life has gotten too. I have nothing at the moment. I’m clinging by a fragile hope that my friends are still okay. I’m clinging to the hope that I’ll get my memories back.

            I need to find my friends as soon as possible. There are no what’s, but’s, if’s about this one. It needs to be done.

            Then Maggie said something. Something I just wish I’d never heard.

            “Oh, Danny, why won’t you come back to me?”

            She was crying. I knew she’d been thinking it. I’d hoped that what I was thinking was all in my head and that she was getting used to me.

            Obviously I’d been wrong.

I don’t know how much I’d smoked. I definitely went through one stash that I’d been hiding and some new stuff that the Porter had said was awesome. I don’t really remember what he said it was, something with ‘meth’ in the name; I’d picked that up the other night.

            It was now dark outside. The sun had set; I knew Jamie and Jim were home, I’d heard the door opening and closing and them being told not to go to my room. I didn’t listen after that, I was sure she probably told them about my escapades in school.

            They didn’t bother me either. They did as were told.

Maggie’s words had hurt me in a bigger way than I’d thought.

            She’d left not long after what she’d said. She hadn’t even apologised. She just turned and walked out of the room. Nothing had been said.

            I definitely didn’t say anything to her, but the silence was deadlier than a knife piercing slowly through your heart and then being twisted around.

            It was painful emotionally.

            Something wasn’t right. A sudden pain broke out through my stomach, around the kidney area. I groaned in pain, grabbing my stomach and squeezing in hopes of stopping the pain.

            Nothing worked. I fell to the floor from the windowsill where I was sitting. I’m sure I must have made a loud bang. I couldn’t call out to anyone.

            I curled into a ball, but the pain wouldn’t go away. I growled at the back of my throat.

            Please, just someone, anyone, just get rid of the pain. God, it hurts. It hurts.

Jamie, Jim and Maggie had been sitting in the kitchen, watching television. They were eating remains of the food from the night before, but no one was really paying attention to the television, or the food in front of them.

            All thoughts were about Danny.

            None knew what to do with him.

            Mom said that he was upstairs getting ‘high’ and didn’t want to be bothered, but I’m sure there’s more to it than that. Something she doesn’t want to admit. She said he’d gotten into a bad fight at school. I don’t know what to do. I can’t sneak up there. Mom would know for sure. Jamie thought passively as the images flickered before her eyes on the screen. And even if he is upstairs getting high, why is Mom just letting him do that? She’d never just let him get drugged up there; she’d worry too much about him.

            BANG! They all heard from upstairs.

            Danny! All of the Smith family thought at once, quickly rushing upstairs to where Danny’s room was.

They found him curled into a ball, his breathing heavy, and in obvious amounts of pain.

            “Danny? Danny? What’s wrong?” Maggie shouted.

            He did not answer; he just lay there, clutching his stomach.

            “Mom, what’s wrong with him?”

            “I don’t know sweetie.” She replied. “Jim, call an ambulance.”

            “Mom, what do you think it is?” Jamie asked, but then she realised the two empty sleek black packets on the floor next to him. They weren’t small in size, but not large either. She understood what was wrong with her younger brother. “Idiot.” she whispered. How could he be so stupid? Can’t he think at all? Jamie thought angrily.

            Jim ran through the doors. “They’re on their way.” He said breathlessly.

            “How long?”

            “Five minutes. I told them he was clutching onto his stomach, wasn’t responding to calls, and there are two suspicious packets on the floor by his side.” He replied. “We don’t need them to know we just let him get like this.”

            Suddenly there was a banging on the door and Jim rushed back downstairs.

A pair of paramedics was rushed on up the stairs by Jim, barely having any time to recover before being thrown into the room where Danny curled up in agony.

            “What seems to be wrong with him?” One of the paramedics asked.

            “We’re not sure. He won’t say anything to us. There are two packets of stuff over there. We’re not sure what it is. Both of them are empty now.”

            “Right.”

            The paramedics did their checks of Danny. Doing everything they could for him then and there.

            “This is serious. He needs to get to the hospital as soon as possible. This is a pretty bad overdose. It could be fatal.”

Night!

The Last Airbender

So, today, I went to see The Last Airbender. From what I'd read, the latest train-wreck in M. Night Shyamalan's film career.

Maybe it was because I didn't go in there with high hopes because of the bad reviews, or the fact that I'm just a take it as it comes kind of person. But I did enjoy the film.

Of course, I found that the pacing in the first half of the film was complete and utter rubbish, and the dialogue was not all that good.

Acting too, wasn't as great as I'd expected too. Well, from most of the cast. Nicola Peltz and Jackson Rathbone were two of the main actors that I thought did shit in the movie.

Though, I did find that people are being quite hard on young Noah Ringer. He's a new guy to acting and hollywood. A Texas Regional Champion in Tae Kwon Do I find that, despite his inexperience, he was probably one of the more sound actors of the film.

Of course, I'm not saying he's great. There's a few kinks to be fixed, kinks that, in all honesty, M. Night should have seen himself and corrected. From the interviews I've seen from Noah, he's a really decent guy, and is amazing in martial arts. I could see the substantial difference between him and his cast mates in that perspective, from the way that he holds his stance, to everything martial arts related.

Apparently, it's too *obsessive* to take time to notice the small things. That's what my sister told me anyway when we went to see it. Meh, I don't know. If you're not going to read a lot into it, how is it ever going to make sense. I like looking really big into things, it open a whole new world of possibilities for you.

So, moving back to chosen subject.

I found that, okay, the movie wasn't as amazing as I thought it would be. The effects weren't all that amazing (I saw it in 2D if your wondering), acting did need some work, directing was kinda awful, pacing for the first part was rubbish.

But there were good things about it, the fight scenes were amazing (Especially if it was coming from Noah Ringer), the music was another thing I loved about the film. There were some scenes where the music just made everything all the better.

One of the funniest things about the film, which I think wasn't supposed to be all that funny, was the part after the moon spirit was killed and revived and everyone's staring at the moon, and suddenly this water tribe dude appears out of nowhere and tackles one of the fire nation to the floor.

Now that part I openly laughed at.

So, it was an enjoyable film, just sit back and go with the flow. Don't think too much about what's happening and you'll enjoy it all the more.

I think I might need to see it again to get a better opinion on it though :D

Rating: 5/10

Taking all into consideration, that is a decently good rating.

So, before I go, I've been watching some stuff for the film, like promotional, have you noticed that even though Noah Ringer plays the main character of the film, he hardly does any promotional stuff for it. Now that it's his choice or anything. But, in the KCA's, Nicola Peltz and Jackson Rathbone did the slimebending thing. None of them didn't really seem to care all that much about Noah too.

I've seen some group photo-shoots for them too, and they seem to treat Noah Ringer with a little less respect than they do for everyone else, same with Dev Patel (who also did quite well in the film), that they never seem to get the same amount of attention as Nicola and Jackson?

Meh, maybe I'm thinking way too much into it.

I probably am.

Before I leave. I also won't be blogging tomorrow. I'm sleeping over a friends house and I won't have access to a computer (we're sleeping in a tent in her back garden. What great fun that's going to be, right?

Night!

I hope everyone else outs there has a better Thursday night than me...

Did you notice

How I've changed the layout to my blog?

I'm not sure if I like it yet, but it'll probably grow on me.

It's definitely different.

So, there's not going to be a new chapter of DYRM today. I kinda just got carried away. I was reminiscing on my times when I used to be a geek for YuGiOh GX. Good times, eh?

But yeah, I think I should share something with you.

I finally got a really good review for DYRM, and it made my day :D

I don't know why you have so little reviews, because this is just so awesome.
Epicness is epic. This chapter was the best, I think. Great writing style.
Keep up the good work :D


Isn't that amazing?


Well, it's amazing to me who just got rejected from a job again. Yay.

Don't you just love life?

Please note the sarcasm.

Anyway, this is a really choppy blog today isn't it?

I'm also going to see The Last Airbender tomorrow. I'm not sure if I should be excited or not because it's had so many bad reviews. Oh well, I'll go see it with an open mind and not expect it to be brilliant.

That's probably going to be a lot harder than it sounds...

Moving on...

I'm looking forward to it anyway...

Night!

I just find this

Video to be the most amusing one out there



It's just hilarious and I'm hoping that it's going to work. It's The Number 47 by EvilIguanaProductions and it's a parody of Jim Carrey's Number 23.

You have not seen comedy unless you've seen this video.

So, guess what I finally have?

Yep. The next chapter of DYRM. I'm not sure if I'm proud of it yet. But it's hopefully getting somewhere.

So I'll just not talk and post the chapter now...

Chapter 23

Doomed, doomed, domed. Is there another word for doomed? Condemned, damned. Damn I need a thesaurus. I also don’t think I should be thinking about stuff like this at a time like this.

            Focus.

            Focused.

Simon was a tall, broad teen, with shocking blonde hair, and blue eyes. Definitely an athlete of sort. I’d pint him up to be a footballer. So, he definitely outweighs me by a lot. But I can make that work to my advantage.

            Analyzing the situation was something that had become habitual as the magician fights kept coming. Jamie also mentioned that it would help me a lot in winning if I looked at the situation thoroughly before acting.

            I had asked her, ‘what if I don’t have time for that?’, she said, ‘you’ll always have time to analyze your position. Do it as you fight’. To be honest with you, that had not been a reassuring response.

            Back to the situation at hand. I noticed Simon make the first move and raise his first ready to punch me. My mind told me to accept it; it would raise less suspicion on you if you didn’t fight back. Another part of me fought that they’d never connect a stupid school fight with me being Danny Istari. Another part of me thought, what the hell? I could teach him a lesson or two about underestimating people.

            I dodged the fist, moving my body fluidly to the left. I was careful not to use any magic powers, even though I could feel them running through my body like blood through my veins under my skin. The power was just itching to come out.

            He growled and threw another sloppy punch. I dodged. I didn’t want to cause too much of a scene. I’d already created a bad image by speaking back to him, let alone beating him in a fight.

            “Are you scared, freak?” He taunted, “Is that why you keep dodging and not attacking?”

            I didn’t answer him.

            “What would your loser friends say if they saw this? Would they wonder what became of their little friend?”

            I continued to not answer, though I could hear the whispers spreading through the crowd around me. What was it with High School kids and whispering? Couldn’t they just speak to my face? I guess not.

            “I’m sure you’re friends are having a great time, locked up, being tortured. Suffering because you can’t remember where they are to help them.” That hit a nerve. I growled but didn’t move to attack him. “Their probably thinking ‘has Danny left us? Abandoned us? Left us here to rot in pain with no way of ever escaping?’ That’s how pathetic they are. Just like you.”

            I wasn’t going to just let him get away with that. Just as he lunched for another punch, I quickly evaded, and as he was off balance for the attack, I swiped my leg underneath his feet, causing him to trip over. As he landed on the floor of the cafeteria I pounced, slamming my tightly clenched hand on his check. The force of the hit slammed his head in the other direction, blood flying from his mouth.

            I didn’t stop there though; I did it again and again and again. I barely registered Holly’s cries for me to stop. That he wasn’t worth it. I barely registered the fact that everyone was backing away from me.

            “Stop it! You’re killing him!” Was the first thing I heard through the red haze of anger and I instantly stopped to see the unconscious face of Simon beneath me.

            Before I knew it a teacher I hadn’t met before was hauling me to my feet. He dragged me out of the cafeteria even though I was walking away willingly, shock melting away at me, leaving my mind empty and no feelings overtaking me.

            I was thrown on a chair in what looked to be a small office. Bland walls and I was sitting in an uncomfortable chair as the teacher that brought me here stood guard over me. Making sure I didn’t do anything else, obviously.

            Realization was beginning to set in, no matter how much I didn’t want it to. Everything screamed at me that I’d done something terrible. That I shouldn’t have attacked him like I did. That I was probably one of the stupidest people to have ever walked this planet. It was only my first day back and I’d already beaten a kid half to death and scared the entire high school population.

            They probably thought I was a loony. That whatever happened to me must have made me unhinged.

            They were probably afraid and pitied me now. I would have growled if the teacher still weren’t standing above me, watching me with a blank expression. Sort of killer bodyguard type.

            “So, what happened, Danny?” Thankfully it was Mr Erickson that came to see me. He’d understand, right?

            “Simon was taunting me. He was telling me that I’d abandoned my friends and that they were screaming for my help and where I’d gone whilst they were slowly being killed off.” I replied. “He was also trying to attack me.” I restrained the ‘he deserved what he got’, I was pretty sure that would have made things ten times worse.

            “Danny, you can’t beat someone like that because they were making fun of you. You should have ignored it and come to see one of the staff,”

            “So, you’re telling me, I should have just let him attack me and say those things about my friends and me?” I didn’t even know what to call what he’d said about my friends. It was just a horrible thing to say. His opinion was definitely not welcome to me.

            “I’m not saying that.”

            “That’s what it sounded like to me. You didn’t want me to defend myself. Or my friends.”

            “No, I didn’t want you to beat another kid up.”

            “He started it. He was going to attack me!”

            “And what did you do to make him want attack you?” I could tell I wasn’t going to win this argument. I thought I could trust Mr Erickson to believe me and trust me, tell me that everything was going to be all right.

            “This is going to affect my trial, isn’t it?” I hadn’t really thought about the trial until then. I’d probably just mucked up my chances of getting out of some youth detention centre. I’d never find my friends if I kept acting like this.

            “You didn’t answer my question.” That was probably his way of saying ‘yes, you just blew your chances of being let off.’

            “You didn’t answer mine.” I retorted. “I spoke back to him. He was insulting my friends. He told me he was going to get back to me.”

            “Did you tell any of the teachers?”

            “No.”

            “You see,” he was probably going to shoot me down. I should learn to just accept that fate wasn’t my best friend and that everything, whether it be magician or human was out to get me. What kind of life had I had? “To me, this sounds more like you retaliating because he’s said something about your friends. Friends you don’t even remember.”

            “And how would you know I don’t remember them? It doesn’t matter. Their still not back yet, and I promised that I’d get them back. I’m not going to give up.” I said, determined to achieve my goal, “I won’t give up on them, even if everyone else has.”

            “No one’s given up on them.”

            “You gave up on me before I came back.”

            “Look, Danny, we can’t do much for you hear. The police have been notified, and you’re being sent home for the afternoon. To cool off. We expect you with a new attitude here in the morning.”

            “What? You’re suspending me?”

            “You just need time to think. Maybe it was little too quick to bring you back here.” I didn’t know what to say. I was being suspended.

            “Mr Silverwick here will escort you out of the building. We’ll see you in the morning.”

            “But-” I cried, “Mr Erickson, you’re not listening. What about Simon? Isn’t he getting punished for this?”

            “Simon is currently sitting in an ambulance waiting to go to the hospital. See you tomorrow, Mr Smith.” There was an element of finality in his voice and I knew not to argue anymore.

            “Come on.” Mr Silverwick ordered. He was a young teacher, a thin, tanned body with a mess of blonde hair on his head. He had clear blue eyes, but they were cold. Cold as ice.

            I moved without hesitation. I knew that I’d lost the battle.

            As I walked down the corridor out of the school building, I noticed that word of my fight with Simon must have spread fast as students cleared a path for me as I walked past them. They all kept their heads down as I passed.

            “Danny!” I heard one shout. A female. Holly. “See you tomorrow, right?”

            “Yeah.” I said looking back at her. “See you tomorrow.”

            At least Holly wasn’t scared of me. I had to wonder what had happened to her. She seemed a little depressed when I asked her about why she’d been demoted from loved to hated. Top to bottom of the social grape vine.

            Life must have hit her full frontal if it’d changed that much.

I walked through my house silently. Maggie and Jim weren’t home yet. I’m sure Erickson would have called them, so I wouldn’t be alone for long.

            I quickly grabbed my pot and started smoking it, letting all of my worries disappear. I loved the feeling of the high. You feel like you’re on top of the world. Nothing can stop you. You feel peaceful. Calm. Like nothing can faze you.

I hadn’t noticed how much time had passed. I knew I’d smoked a few joints of pot, the packet steadily depleting of stock.

            I was so high, I didn’t realize the front door opening and closing. My name being called from downstairs in a firm voice.

            I also didn’t notice the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs.

            I didn’t notice anything until.

            “Danny?” A voice called out to me. “Oh, my God, Danny? Are you smoking?”

            You see, I would have found it completely hilarious if Maggie had found me smoking pot at any other given time. But the amount of shit I was already in left me with one thing to say:

            “Oh, shit.”


I thought I left it at the right moment, don't you?


Anyway, sorry I didn't blog yesterday. I was kinda drunk. I should have mentioned it, but it was my sister's party yesterday and I had a little too much to drink. I was fast asleep before even thinking about blogging properly. 


So... moving on.


Still haven't heard about any jobs yet.


Hopefully it'll be good news.


Night!