I haven't done many for these, but this sprang to my mind just now. This is a Character Chat, a meme hosted by Beth Ann Masarik. In this, Robin from my fantasy story (still untitled) get a little shock when I wasn't in a good mood.
I had been crying for hours, and now, I had a headache. It was late, and I should probably go to bed, but not yet. I don't know what I was waiting for, or if I was waiting for anything. But I couldn't go to bed, not yet.
I rubbed the awful sleep from my eyes, stared again at the screen in front of me. It was the only thing that gave off light in my small room. Then I heard it, it wasn't what I was waiting for, but at least, it was something.
His voice rang clear, gentle as it always was. "Ah, come now, Clorisa, all cannot be that bad."
I turned and saw him. He lay as if on his belly but in midair, and at my eye level. His hands cupped the chin of his elf like face; his reed pipe dangled about his neck. His face lit by computer light, and enhanced by his own enchanted smile. His woodland green eyes danced with merriment. He was Robin Goodfellow; he was also one of the last person I wanted to see right now. His good mood would clash with my moody one.
"Ugh! Leave me alone."
He frowned. "I thought you wanted someone to talk to?"
"I'd rather you were Puck."
His whole body tensed up, and he froze for a moment. Of course, I knew why. The mere mentioned of Puck's name would make very person fight poor Robin from the inside. If I said it again, it would only get worse.
Finally, Robin was loose again. "You enjoy causing me pain?"
I gave a half smile. "Well, at the moment, yes, I find it rather amusing."
He frowned again. "Where is that clever, kind girl that I know so well? What have you done with her?"
"She's dead." I said harshly. "Go drag the river, maybe you'll find her." I turned away, but he put his face between me and my screen. He studied my face then frowned yet again.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"If I wanted to tell you, I would. Now get!" I shewed him away.
"Fine," he said crossly. "You know where to find me." In a flash, he was gone.
I sighed, and turned back to my computer again. I rubbed my eyes; I was very tired, and this was getting me no where. So I shut my laptop, and crawled into bed. Hopefully, tomorrow would be better.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Tell Me Something Tuesday #14
Wow. Haven't done this in a while, so I guess I should start up again.
This is another Tell Me Something Tuesday hosted by Cambria Hebert. Where we answers questions that Cam thinks up. Sound like fun?
This week's question: Were you bullied in school? How do you think bullying has charged over the years – do you think it’s worse now than it was a few years ago?
This happens to be pretty personal to me, because yes, I was, in fact, bullied in school. And this post may take longer than usual, because I may have to stop, and cry. Sorry, if I begin to rant.
It started in second grade. My family moved, so I started at a new school in a new classroom midway thru the school year. I wish I could say that the kids were nice to me, and that I made lots of friends quickly, but they weren't, and I didn't.
Always picked last for everything, and each year the names got worse. And I was often treated like I had some sort of disease.
I guess it was because I was the new girl, and I was also a downright goody-two-shoes. Don't get me wrong, I had a few friends, though we were an odd little bunch.
My sixth grade year, my friends got tired of me picked on. They told me to go to the office, but never did. I didn't want to be a tattle-tale. So they took matters into their own hands; they went and got the VP. She had them gather all my bullies together, and she sat them down. All of them got suspended and lost recess the following week, and she told them, if any of them did anything else to hurt me, they'd have to deal with her.
They all were pretty ticked at me, but they didn't touch again, well, not that year anyway. In my yearbook, I got apologizes from most of them.
I had to school summer a couple of times. I rode the bus, because it was free and my mom didn't want to take me to school in the summer.
At the bus stop, two boys took notice of me. At first, they called me names, but when I didn't respond, they tried something else to get my attention.
Around my home pine trees grow all over, and all year round, they drop pinecones about the size your fist. I learned that summer what it felt like to be hit with one of those.
So I learned to be a little late to the bus stop in the morning, and to get away from it as fast as possible.
One day, the bus driver caught them. I don't know what she did, but they never picked up another pinecone.
And no, I never told my parents any of this.
In middle school, it was probably the worst. All my friends went to different schools, and somehow most of my old bullies went to mine. I made a few new friends, but I also made new bullies too.
I spent most of my time alone, and the librarian got to know me pretty well, since I spent nearly all my lunches in the library. I guess I figured people in books couldn't hurt me, that's where I turned.
The teasing got worse, especially, with one girl, Seleana. We had two classes to together in seventh grade, and three in eighth.
One day, coming out of class, going to lunch, she was stepping on my heals. I turned around and grabbed her arm, to keep myself from punching her in the nose.
She slapped me acrossed the face. I turned away quickly and walked away. I didn't want she to know that she had made me cry.
The librarian saw the red handprint on my face, and told the VP.
Seleana and I were both called in. After some dicussion, it was decided that we would both get on-site; she for slapping me, me for grabbing her arm. I'd never gotten anything higher than detention before so I was distraught. And it would have remained that way, except Seleana mouthed off in front of the VP. So I only got detention, and she got suspended.
After that, she continued to tease me, but she never physically touched me again.
In eighth grade, leaving art class, I had blue paint pushed into my shirt. Accidental? No, not this time. The girl stood back and laughed.
I showed my art teacher. He wrote a note for my next class, and sent me to the office to get a new shirt. I spent a good 15-20 minutes trying to wash out my shirt, but the paint never came out.
But I didn't see the girl in class for the next couple of days, and when she did come back, she ignored me as best she could.
High school wasn't horrible. I was teased in my freshman year, but I learned to play along. I guess they realized they were getting to me, so they stopped.
Seleana went to the same high school as me, but she simply ignored me, as did most. Many of my middle school friends went to the same high school. I spent some time with them, but I was mostly a loner and wanderer.
Junior year, I got hurt and betrayed by someone I'd come to know as a friend. I won't go into it, because it still hurts too bad.
Did I ever cut myself? No. Think of susicide? Maybe, but those kinds of thoughts didn't stay long, because I know who I am, even if others don't.
Has bullying changed in the modern world? I really can't say. I only left high school 3 years ago. But I would guess yes, it has.
The other day I got called a dim wit and worse on facebook for my poticial views. Which I say, they should mind thier own business about, but that's just my thinking.
But if you want to help those who are bullied, start by looking at the kids that are too quiet. They may be smiling, but ask yourself, "Does the smile reach their eyes?"
This is another Tell Me Something Tuesday hosted by Cambria Hebert. Where we answers questions that Cam thinks up. Sound like fun?
This week's question: Were you bullied in school? How do you think bullying has charged over the years – do you think it’s worse now than it was a few years ago?
This happens to be pretty personal to me, because yes, I was, in fact, bullied in school. And this post may take longer than usual, because I may have to stop, and cry. Sorry, if I begin to rant.
It started in second grade. My family moved, so I started at a new school in a new classroom midway thru the school year. I wish I could say that the kids were nice to me, and that I made lots of friends quickly, but they weren't, and I didn't.
Always picked last for everything, and each year the names got worse. And I was often treated like I had some sort of disease.
I guess it was because I was the new girl, and I was also a downright goody-two-shoes. Don't get me wrong, I had a few friends, though we were an odd little bunch.
My sixth grade year, my friends got tired of me picked on. They told me to go to the office, but never did. I didn't want to be a tattle-tale. So they took matters into their own hands; they went and got the VP. She had them gather all my bullies together, and she sat them down. All of them got suspended and lost recess the following week, and she told them, if any of them did anything else to hurt me, they'd have to deal with her.
They all were pretty ticked at me, but they didn't touch again, well, not that year anyway. In my yearbook, I got apologizes from most of them.
I had to school summer a couple of times. I rode the bus, because it was free and my mom didn't want to take me to school in the summer.
At the bus stop, two boys took notice of me. At first, they called me names, but when I didn't respond, they tried something else to get my attention.
Around my home pine trees grow all over, and all year round, they drop pinecones about the size your fist. I learned that summer what it felt like to be hit with one of those.
So I learned to be a little late to the bus stop in the morning, and to get away from it as fast as possible.
One day, the bus driver caught them. I don't know what she did, but they never picked up another pinecone.
And no, I never told my parents any of this.
In middle school, it was probably the worst. All my friends went to different schools, and somehow most of my old bullies went to mine. I made a few new friends, but I also made new bullies too.
I spent most of my time alone, and the librarian got to know me pretty well, since I spent nearly all my lunches in the library. I guess I figured people in books couldn't hurt me, that's where I turned.
The teasing got worse, especially, with one girl, Seleana. We had two classes to together in seventh grade, and three in eighth.
One day, coming out of class, going to lunch, she was stepping on my heals. I turned around and grabbed her arm, to keep myself from punching her in the nose.
She slapped me acrossed the face. I turned away quickly and walked away. I didn't want she to know that she had made me cry.
The librarian saw the red handprint on my face, and told the VP.
Seleana and I were both called in. After some dicussion, it was decided that we would both get on-site; she for slapping me, me for grabbing her arm. I'd never gotten anything higher than detention before so I was distraught. And it would have remained that way, except Seleana mouthed off in front of the VP. So I only got detention, and she got suspended.
After that, she continued to tease me, but she never physically touched me again.
In eighth grade, leaving art class, I had blue paint pushed into my shirt. Accidental? No, not this time. The girl stood back and laughed.
I showed my art teacher. He wrote a note for my next class, and sent me to the office to get a new shirt. I spent a good 15-20 minutes trying to wash out my shirt, but the paint never came out.
But I didn't see the girl in class for the next couple of days, and when she did come back, she ignored me as best she could.
High school wasn't horrible. I was teased in my freshman year, but I learned to play along. I guess they realized they were getting to me, so they stopped.
Seleana went to the same high school as me, but she simply ignored me, as did most. Many of my middle school friends went to the same high school. I spent some time with them, but I was mostly a loner and wanderer.
Junior year, I got hurt and betrayed by someone I'd come to know as a friend. I won't go into it, because it still hurts too bad.
Did I ever cut myself? No. Think of susicide? Maybe, but those kinds of thoughts didn't stay long, because I know who I am, even if others don't.
Has bullying changed in the modern world? I really can't say. I only left high school 3 years ago. But I would guess yes, it has.
The other day I got called a dim wit and worse on facebook for my poticial views. Which I say, they should mind thier own business about, but that's just my thinking.
But if you want to help those who are bullied, start by looking at the kids that are too quiet. They may be smiling, but ask yourself, "Does the smile reach their eyes?"
Something to think about.
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