The Definition of High School

"Your first assignment of the year is to write a page, I know, since summer has just ended it will only have to be a page. For those of you over-achievers, writing more than a page will not give you extra credit, or an advantage in my class." The teacher walked behind his wooden desk laiden with things you would see in a crappy high school movie and took a swig from a small bottle hidden inside his tacky, might-have-been-cool-in-the-80's jacket.
I pulled out a brand-new peice of college ruled lined paper, from my brand-new three inch three ringed binder and held my brand-new yellow number two pencil hovering over the first line.
The only good thing about a new school year at a new school is that if your lucky,
1.You can start over.
2.You get new stuff.
But so far niether of those have been able to lighten my mood since I got to this place.

book idea

2 people
female lives with small family in middle of no where in the moutains
male is orphan
bad guy gets him a job
turns out the job is killing people but male doesn't know this
female's family has seen something that they shouldn't have
bad guy + male go to this house during the middle of the night
they have orders not to kill the family but take them back to the city
males stays to watch the house
girl was hiding when they took her family
they befriend each other
male helps female
they go into city to look for family
explode some stuff
find her family
somewhere in there they fall in love

In a Blue Sunset part 6:: The ball

Eban stood on the other side of the ballroom doors as he waited to make his entrance.
Trumpets sounded on the other side, and the carved doors that hid his presence were opened. A hush went through the crowd as they saw him. He stepped forward and a pathway was made for him leading to the other end of the room where the king and queen sat on the royal thrones. There were two other thrones next to them; Eban walked forward and bowed in front of the King.
"Father, I have returned."
The king smiled and stood. "My People of Fang, My son, Prince Eban, has returned!"
A cheer went through the crowd as Eban stood and took his seat next to the Queen. He smiled as he looked over the crowd of adoring girls, but the one he was looking for wasn't there. The smile faltered.
The King did not sit down, instead he announced: "My people! We have a guest here tonight who was the one who helped my son come home!"
Eban sat up a little straighter at these words. There was the sound of swooshing dresses as people looked around to see this person they've never met.
"This person," The King continued, "Is as brave as one of our many soldiers who is out in battle! This person helped my son though being kidnapped and crossing Blood River!"
A few gasps went through the crowd, but Eban only rolled his eyes.
"People of Fang, I present to you, Zayn!"
The trumpets sounded again and the doors opened.

In A Blue Sunset Part: maybe 5. Getting Ready

(NOTE: ok so i haven't written a part for when they get into the kingdom and what not; so now Zayn is in her suite that she has been given since the prince demanded it and she is getting ready for the ball that is tonight.)

"Ya know when the Prince ran away we was all worried sick ya know? Those gaurds searched for days and didn't find nothin''. We's all thought that he was a gonnar for sure ya know what I mean?" A maid gossiped away as she poured more hot water in the tub Zayn was being washed in.
The ball was tonight and the maids just couldn't wait to scrub the dirt from her ears. The maid pulled out a blue bottle and squirted half the contence out onto Zayn's soaked hair. She could smell the essence of the goo that was now on her head as the maid started applying it all over her hair.
"It's called shampoo. It's like soap that doesn't ruin your hair. They sell it down at the market place." The maid said as she noticed Zayn's curious look. "Roses and Strawberries. The Prince loved them when he was little. The gardeners was always working over time you see, to keep up with his demand for strawberries." She sighed. "I just hope the poor boy still loves them; ya know I hear that when his mama was sick -- I mean the Queen, he brought her a dozen roses of every color to her everyday. Even after she died. They was her favorite flower ya know. The way he looked at her grave was like he ain't ever gonna give up on her like if he had enough power he was gonna bring her back to life ya know what i mean? At least, that's what I hear around here.""What about you dearie? You gots any family?"
Zayn sighed. "Not that I know of. I don't remember much till a few years back. Just little bits and pieces that don't make any sence." Zayn waved it off, she knew she didn't have any family. It was always going to be like that.
"Oh." The maid sighed. Hearing the tone in Zayn's voice she knew to back off from the subject.
The maid helped her out of the bath and into a simple shift. She had Zayn sit down on a padded stool in front of an elaborately hand carved waterfall vanity as she started to comb out her hair.
"How long 'till the Ball starts?" Zayn asked
"Eh, 'bout three hours." The maid replied.
"Oh, okay. So what do you do at a Ball?"
The maids gave her a funny look. One of the many things Kingdom Fang was known for was well known for were the huge balls they would hold. Because of that, every child was taught chivalry, dancing and correct posture at a young age. "Uh... you dance." One maid said like she was talking to a stupid child.
A bright flash of light blinded Zayn as a different scene came to her mind's eye. People were laughing and talking, all dressed in fancy gowns and masks as they swirled around matching their rhythm to the rhythm of the music. The room was big, a grand room to be exact. The walls shined with gold, holding elaborate painting scenes of hunters atop of their horses. The ceiling was just as amazing with a crystal chandelier reflecting the vibrant colors of the dancers below. A little girl no older than ten, stood in the middle of the crowded ballroom. She stood there, holding her colorful mask at her side. Unlike the dancers her face was clearly visible in the crowded room. Her giant purple eyes searched the room with a purpose; but soon they started to fill with tears. Shaking her head to clear her eyes her overly curled hair shook and bounced around her shoulders. Nervously she played with the silk blue dress, wrinkling the fabric maids had worked to keep smooth for so long. The tears started coming back again as she shifted from foot to foot when the music had stopped.
"Avery!!" Someone from above her yelled. The little girl frowned and looked confused, like she didn't understand.
"Avery!!" The voice called again. "Wake up!"
Zayn opened her eyes, looking around confused she saw Eban hovering above her just a few inches from her face. She frowned. She had no idea what she just saw and what it meant and now she had to go and figure out why Eban was on top of her.
"Well thats the second time I've woken up to you being in my face today." Was the first thing Zayn said.
"Well if you'd stop feinghting all the time this wouldn't keep happening." Eban replied smoothly.
"I didn't feinghting the first time! You kicked me!" She yelled.
"I though you were a spy! And instead of backing down when we started fighting you just elbowed me in the ribs harder!...which by the way I have a bruise now." Eban said sounding hurt.
"Well I was-- wait I feinghted? How long have I been out? How did you get here so fast?"
"Again with the questions." Eban sighed.
The maid piped up. "You've been out for about three minutes now. Turns out Eban was right out side the door the whole time. Must have heard every word we said."
Eban turned around to glare at her and while he wasn't looking at Zayn, she shoved him off of her and sat up.
"Hey! What was that for?" Eban Whined.
"Oh shut up and get out." Zayn stood up and dragged the young man out the door, slamming it in his handsom face. Zayn turned around from the door. "Now can we please get the whole 'getting ready for the Ball' thing over with?"
Once Zayn's hair had been combed until her scalp was red, and her lips and eyes painted; she looked into a mirror on the dressing table to see a tangled, dusty girl transformed into a sparkeling, clean young lady.
When the maids were done they stepped back to admire their work. "Now that's a lady worth lookin' at." The maid beemed.

In A Blue Sunset Part: Maybe 4. The Meeting

Chpt. 3
Zayn woke up to a massive head ach and trhe sound of a crackeling fire. Slowly she opened her eyes, trying to make out objects as her eyes adjusted to the fire's light; she moaned.
"Who are you!? What do you want!??" A voice came from the darkness.
Sitting up Zayn squinted into the corners the fire light didn't reach.
"Well good morning, I'm fine thanks for asking. No wait, that's not right... being kidnapped a lot sotra grows on you after a while yeah know?"
"Who-- what-- you-- I did not kidnap you! Its not my fault you walked into my dune!" Eban argued.
"You must be a sand wanderer. I could never understand how they could be so cranky all the time..." Zayn grumbled.
"Takes one to know one." He replied.
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm arguing with a complete stranger! And a sand wanderer at that! Zayn thought to herself.
Sand wanderers were well known in Sandstorm but rarely seen. There were myths about how they had other human souls trapped in their own soul and the only way they could let the human souls out to find their way to heaven was by bending the earth to their doing. When they didn't let the souls out they supposedly went mad with the effort. The extra souls gave the sand wanderer the powers to move sand around, turn boulders to dust and even kill a man by just looking at him.
Zayn sighed, looking around where she lay it was just a giant cave made of rock. The weird part was, it was damp in the middle of the desert.

In A Blue Sunset Part: maybe 3. Eban's Story

Chapter 2
When Queen Jade was murdered, all of Fang mourned her death. Bazaars were closed for days in her honor. Although everyone in the Kingdom loved the beautiful and intelligent Queen, her death was forgotten quickly and soon, everyone went on with their lives. All accept one.
Five years after the Queen's death a grown man of 18, the Prince of Fang, Lord of Destruction, with the mighty power of fire; Eban, the Queen's only child still mourns for his mother's death. He does so in secrecy, in the highest floor of the highest tower in which no one has ever found.
Since the Queen died the King of Fang took on a new wife named Pandora. A vain woman in her late 40's who could care less about anyone except herself and her Persian cat. Where ever she goes four servants would always be following behind her carrying fans and cringing when ever she'd look at them.
"How can you be Prince with fighting skills like that?!" The blond sword man, Ince, Prince Eban's third cousin huffed at Eban while they fenced. The "Good question," The red headed sword man, Eban huffed back. "You should take it up with my father." Ince attacked, but the Prince swiftly blocked it with a Perry, a small hand movement. Eban returned the attack, swiftly keeping his balance on his feet. Ince was too slow to react as he swung his foil wildly trying to block again. As he started to fall backwards he grabbed the closets thing in reach, Eban. Pretty soon the two were rolling on the ground trying to pin the other down for three seconds. After a few minutes of hazardous wrestling; Eban was on top and by the count of three, he won.
Jumping up excitedly he ran to the heavy mahogany doors that you have to push hard on to open. Bracing himself to open them Eban ran smack into them only to fall to the ground with a thud. As he picked himself up and ran out he could hear ince's barking laughter from behind him. He couldn't care right now, for the first time in four years he'd beaten Ince, the best Fencer in Fang, and he was going to tell his father personally.
He took the stairs two at a time and slid down the hallways, watching portraits of his ancestors zoom by as he went flying towards the library doors. By the time Eban got there he could hear Pandor talking to his father.
"He was supposed to be married two years ago!" Pandora yelled from a corner of the library. "Yes but two years ago the only surviving Princess of Dox was still too young and Juniper's daughter ran off eight years ago and could be dead for all we know!" Eban's father, King Jacob argued back. "Well she's old enough now!" Pandora said back, with annoyance in her voice. "But Eban was promised to be wed to Juniper's daughter Zayn! Not Dox's daughter Acantha! The King said. "Well if Eban Married Acantha you could get a treaty with Dox and stop this stupid war with them!" She said back. "But… I... He..." The King stuttered back. Although Eban couldn't see them he knew what was going on. Pandora was overpowering King Jacob by staring him right in the eyes controlled his thoughts.
Although Eban's father is a great man who can rule with an iron fist, he always had a soft spot for women. When ever he looks into the eyes of one he'll go head over heels and do what ever they ask him to. Although Pandora is now what many would call beautiful with a beaked hawk-like nose, graying black hair and sharp features; yet her tigress green eyes can hypnotize anyone who looks into them.
"E-Eban will marry Acantha in one year and seven days." The king studdered. Pandora had him wrapped around his fingure and with a single look he would do what ever she wanted.
Eban looked away from the door. Discust written all over his face.
As everyone in Fang knew, Eban was one of the few people in Sandstorm's history who was born with the power of Fire. Mastering the power at 13 9after many explosions on the practice grounds) Eban was given the title "Lord of Fire". Now at age 18, the Prince walked away from the library doors; setting droopy plants on fire in the process.

In A Blue Sunset Part: maybe 2. The Unwanted

All Zayn could hear was the beating of her heart, her throat burned from swallowing so much of the hot sand around her. Yet, she wasn't thirsty, she couldn't be; for fear had taken over her body making all her senses keener. She wanted to look behind her, to see if he was still there, still chasing her. She'd been running since high sun, tired and afraid she watched the sun set over the endless desert dunes.
She started falling, thinking she's falling into a trap made by the royal counsel used to catch a thief. But instead of landing on wooden spikes five feet below the cover of sand and dead grass, she kept falling and for a few moments believed it must have been a dream. Seeming to float down watching the rock come closer and closer into an underground cave before gravity snapped, throwing her unready self to the cold cave's hard rock surface.
The sound of body hitting ground echoed through the cave walls as a silent dust of settling sun and sand fell upon her shoulders as she raised and arm to cover her eyes. Squinting to see beyond the last gleaming light she watched the setting sun's light turn her skin blue just like every sun set did for as long as she could remember. Her skin changing is not what unsettled her, but the recurring thoughts of just a few days ago.
Bright lights from every direction glued her to the spot as guard after guard yelled at her, convicting her of the crime she didn't do: Murder. Only, this wasn't some everyday person against person killing, no this was the beloved queen of Fang that had been murdered by poison of drink. Of course with an alibi of sneaking around with a small vile of Desert Heart, the worst poison known to man, it's not really something that would please a guard waiting for the OK to kill you.
"Well, well look who it is," A guard said to her when he came into the bleak, gray interrogation room that only held a small wobbly table and two chairs. "We've been looking for you for quite some time Zayn." The guard said, putting emphasis on my name. "The King will be quite pleased to find out we found the scum that had killed our beloved Queen." The guard then went on to explain how her execution would happen, giving special details on parts that were most gruesome.
Once his lecture on death and every execution he had ever been to or done was over Zayn was moved to another bleak interrogation room. While the officers were distracted by their lieutenant giving them orders she wiggled free of their silk gloved grasp. Zayn kept running till she thought it was safe in the little town of ....Skidaw...., near a small oasis. The town was not made of much a saloon; store, and a bank, but what stood out the most was the sheriff's office; and the poster on the window. The picture had obviously been there a while by how the ink was smudged, fading and the paper was starting to wear at the edges. If you looked closely you could just make out a hand drawn picture of a girl that was suppose to resemble Zayn but about ten years older than her reasonable age of 15. Below her picture, smudged ink resembled the words "WANTED: ALIVE 20 CAMELS"
Shocked from what she's just seen reality started to slip back into view as an officer pointed a white gloved finger in her direction. Soon 20 men like the first officer in a navy blue jacket, shirt, slacks, highly polished black shoes and a pin of a dragon intertwined with a lion; the crest of Kingdom Fang. As Zayn dodged silk gloved hands and ran to the east, into the high sun.
She knew where she had to go, Kingdom Fang, although every man was trying to catch her, if she could just get to the King while he's asleep and whisper into his ear about what's going on, everything would go back to normal… or so she hoped.
As Zayn's mind got closer and closer to where she ended up now she noticed a flicker in the shadows, but just brushed it off to the side of her mind. It was probably her shadow, nothing to worry about. The setting sun no longer rested on her skin but had moved to a small sliver of light on the floor. Her hands and arms were no longer the blue of the ocean, but back to their original tanned self.
The shadows flicked again, but there was no sound of something moving, all there was was cold rock. Bon chilling hands wrapped around her neck. She grabbed at the hands as blue and yellow dots swarmed her vision. Struggling to be free of the grasp Zayn's skin started to turn blue, but she was no longer in the setting sun light. He muscles cramped up, not listening to her body's directions and elbowed who ever was behind her, spun around, slapped who ever it was and pushed him to the ground. Her attacker fell to the floor, kicked her legs out from underneath her; as she fell her head hit the ground. Everything went black.

In A Blue Sunset Part: maybe 1. Zayn's Story

(REALLY BIG NOTE:: since im getting sick of explaining the back ground of Zayn to people im just gonna write it in here and see if i could make it fit cuz i think i could add some cool stuff that would make the book even better... plus im really bored...)

They called her the perfect princess, the one who could do no wrong, the one ment for her high status. Zayn, the youngest of the seven Juniper sisters was turning nine and for her birthday a Masquerade Ball was in order. For months the finest designers and the best clothes makers had come together to plan the ball and soon the day arrived to put all of their work together.
"Princess, you need to stand still please!" Zayn's nanny, Luise scolded as she helped the girl into the silk blue dress. The Ball was in a few hours and Zayn just couldn't wait to be out there, enjoying the attention of others.
"Oh Luise, I'm just so excited! Father's never let me go to a ball and now, the first one i go to; is for me!" The princess squeeled in delight.
"Well maybe if I told you a story I could help you calm down so you're not to jittery at your first ball."
"Okay then, tell me the story about why a girl's nineth birthday is so important."
"Well, it started long, long ago..." Luise's smooth voice glided through the words, telling the story Zayn had asked her to tell many many times. "Way before your great-great-great gandmother was born. There was a beautiful young girl, soon to turn nine. Her kingdom was war torn, but she tried to make the best of it as she waited for the enemy's son to come so there could be arrangments for them to be married in a few years to stop the war. The day of her birthday she decided to go play in the woods with no one to accompany her. She followed the narrow path and played for hours on end and when she began to get tired she looked around at the trees; not reconizing where she was. She'd never been this far in the woods before. The narrow path was no where in sight, stiffling a yawn she climbed over fallen trees looking for the pathway. But the more she looked the more she got lost. Weary from searching the youth stumbled into an open field, the girl froze; a boy no older than 14 stood in the middle of the field looking down at his hand. The bird's that had been cheerily cherping in the woods now didn't make a sound, a small breeze crossed her as she stepped into the clearing. Nothing moved. The smell of death was in the air around her. All around him there were piles of ash, a fire burned from his hand but not burning him. She'd heard of people like this before, her people called them death dealers. Supposidly they didn't exsist, it was said that people with power, a power where they could bend nature to their doing. Some could make Fire, Water, Air, even the dirt on your shoe could come alive and do terrible things. Wide eyed and trembeling, she walked forward."
Luise took a big breath and let it out.
"Why'd you stop?" Zayn whined. "This is my favorite part!"
"I just didn't want to scare you too much." The nanny chuckled.
The princess had never seen war, just the stories others tell. Zayn rolled her eyes. "Please keep going, pleeeeeze" The princess begged.
"Fine, fine, where was I? Oh yes, the war zone. "These people had strange powers. They were feared by many and were outcasts in their city. Most the time they had nothing left, no where to go. They would sign up to fight in wars. When they fought, they didn't use the weapons given to them, they used their powers, easly beating armies with the flick of a wrist. They were feared. This young girl, walked towards him, not knowing what to expect. Stepping on a branch it snapped, making the boy look up, startled, he flicked his wrist and the fire was gone. For a moment they just looked at each other, not daring to breath. The boy's eyes were wide, like he didn't know what this little girl was going to do, like he didn't know what he just did. The wave of fear melted away from the girl as she looked into the boy's eyes, he didn't know what was going on either. The little girl smiled and walked towards him holding a hand out in welcome. The boy watched her as she did this, not sure what to do. When only a few feet separated them as she smiled at him; he smiled back with uneasyness. The girl opened her mouth to speak but a loud crashing sound comming from the woods behind her stopped her from speaking. The boy froze, then picked up the small girl and in ran the opposite direction of the noise. But the farther away from the clearing they got the closer the noise became. The girl wimpered, as she clung to the boy's shirt, holding in all her tears and trying with all her might not to cry. The crashing was unbeliveably loud, like someone was ripping trees out of the ground and breaking them in two right next to your ear. The boy stopped running, panting hard he looked around at the trees; spotting a large Oak, he ran up to it and carefully set the girl down, prying her fingers from his shirt. A tear formed in the girl's eye and spilled onto her porclin cheek, the boy carefully wiped it away with his thumb. And as he touched her, something magical happend. A spark ran from his hand into the girl's cheek, leaving a little brown dot below her cheek bone. The little girl, not feeling this, looked up into his eyes, where her eyes were huge with fear, his were grim with determination."
"Do you understand what just happend?" Loise asked.
"Yes! Of course I do! Please finish the story." Zayn pleaded.
"Then tell me what just happened."
Zayn moaned. "The loud sounds are comming from the thing that is chasing them, the spark from the boy happend because even though he's never even heard her speak he loves her. Which doesn't make any sence, but that spark was a part of his power flowing into her, turning her into a Death Dealer and she got the dot on her face from where it touched her." Zayn recited.
"Very good." The nanny cleared her throat and started the story again.
"The little girl watched the boy walk off, towards the sound of the crashing and disapear into the woods. The sounds of fire crackeling off of grass and agagonizing screams erupted from far away. The little girl screamed. The boy was in trouble she thought. He needed help. She stood up and nervously ran away from the safety of the Oak. She ran in the same direction the boy ran off to, the screams guiding her way as she got closer. She was breathing hard by the time she got to the clearing, and what she saw took her breath away. The boy was fighting a giant beast with his bare hands. The monster had black burn marks on his body, many of them bleeding; but still he pressed on, lunging at the boy throwing fire at him. The boy's own body had many scratches on him, all bloody. He was having a hard time dodging the blows the monster would throw. The little girl new she had to help, but she didn't know how. She was only nine. The sun was setting, putting everything in an eiery light. The boy looked over and saw her, with scared eyes he tried to yell to her to run, distraced, the monster hit him and the boy moaned in the pain. The little girl became angery. She had to help him she wasn't going to run and let something hurt her rescuer. With out thinking she ran into the field and jumped in front of the boy with her arms help out to protect herself and her eyes closed. As the monster lunged towards her the light of the setting sun touched her and the boy and from her hands water shot at the monster, sending him flying across the field.The little girl stared at her hands; unsure what to do with them.

The Ring Part: Two. The Coke Can

What am I doing here? Didn't he break my heart?My finger felt empty and bare with out the ring there. Was it the right thing to do? Should I really have given it back? Well I might as well get over it, I'll never see that ring again.Quickly I blinked back the wave of tears that thretend to tear the walls that held my emotions back. I looked up and he was openly staring at me. As our eyes met it was all I could do to pull away from his gaze and act like I didn't care. Where as in truth, I wanted him to be only mine; to run my fingers through his wavy hair and feel his lips against mine. The thought sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. Smoothly he handed me a Coke and as I took it I heard something rattle and clang. On the top of the can there it was; the ring I gave back only a week ago. It was so close.Just put it on. How hard could it be? No, I can't put it on. Would he really think of me the same if I had it on? I do miss it alot. Without touching the ring, I handed him back the Coke, the ring still placed on the can.

The Ring Part: One. The Walk

"I can walk this far from here."The two stop at the top of the hill. Below, her house stood. A sign of the end.She turned to him. Slipping the ring from her finger she said "You can keep this. I seem to have no need for it anymore."Confusion registered on his face. "But why?"She started walking down the grassy hill, sweeping her hands around her she turned back. "It's a sign that you own me. Obviously, you no longer do. Obviously, you no longer have need for me. Obviously you no longer want me."The words stung like a slap in the face. "You can keep it." she said softly. "Give it to the girl you really want. The one you need." With that she turned around and never looked back.