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WE INTERRUPT YOUR JOURNAL FOR SOME URGENT NEWS. UNFORTUNATELY FIREBURD IS GOING ON VACATION FOR ABOUT A WEEK AND SHE DOES NOT KNOW IF SHE WILL HAVE INTERNETS. SHE POLITELY ASKS THAT YOU DO NOT FLOOD HER INBOX WITH MESSAGES IF SHE WILL BE GONE. ON THE OTHER HAND, IF SHE DOES HAVE INTERNETS, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO FLOOD HER INBOX.

NOW BACK TO YOUR FEATURE PRESENTATION.

I spent SO much time online today. Not on zOMG though. eek I was fiddling with all of the BBcode stuff.

THAT'S RIGHT! I actually didn't go on zOMG (that much xp ) today. All I did was...hmmm... Get a new journal header, perhaps? ^o^

I made this one myself in Photoshop! Woooo

And also I managed to change my signature, which you can see DOWN THERE.

It seems Ron and Tera are writing stories! =_=; (like I didn't know that...) Well, I can write stories TOO!
But... it's kinda long... ^_^;

Also, I plan to publish it too... but that's definitely NOT happening if I continue with my uber-crappy writing habits.

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So I guess I'll just give you part of the first chapter.
Here it is.... *dies of embarrassment*

It was Friday.

“You can’t dip cheese in mayonnaise! That’s against the laws of nature!”
“I can, and I just did.” Torri munched on her mayo-soaked cheese.
“The universe is falling apart!” screamed Ollie.
Suddenly, a red cloud appeared above Torri. It materialized into a hawk-like entity and landed on her shoulder.
“That’s gross,” it said.
Torri sighed. “Zerime, you’d know what’s gross and all, being able to go into things like that.”
Akai, Torri’s friend, leaned over. “Um… why are you talking to your shoulder?”
“No reason,” she replied.
Nobody else could see Zerime. That’s because Torri wasn’t exactly human.
She was an Angelclaw.
A voice echoed through her head. “If you’re going to share a Being with me, you might as well remember that I can talk to you this way.”
Torri turned around.
“It’s me, you idiot.”
“Oh!” Then she thought: “You could try to be a little nicer, too.”
“You’re really bad at this…” Zerime replied.
“Guys, lunch is almost over,” reminded Ollie.
“You never even eat lunch,” snapped Akai.
“Do you like celery?”
“No!”
“Fine then,” he said. Akai stole his lunchbox.
“Are they really friends?”
“…”

Finally, the teacher on lunch duty came over and said, “Lunch is almost over. Throw out your food.”
“Told you!” yelled Ollie.
Akai picked up her tray and growled at Ollie, then threw it away. Torri followed.

She breezed her way through the rest of school, then went home.

“Hi mom,” she said.
“Do you have homework?”
“No…”
Zerime popped up behind her. “Torri has a project due next week.”
“Who told you?” Torri snapped.
“You thought it. I can read your mind, genius.”
“And I can read yours too, so don’t get excited.”
“Hey, stop arguing,” her mom said. “You’re going to be late.”
“For what?”
“You forgot? You’re Angelclaw now, remember?”
“Oh. Yeah.” She grinned sheepishly.
“Idiot.”
“Hey! MOOO-OM, Zerime called me an idiot!”
Torri’s mom said, “Sometimes I wonder how you two share a Being without insulting each other to death. Now get going!”
“Okey dokey,” sang Zerime. Torri attempted to slap him, but her hand simply went through.
“I hate you,” she said, walking into the backyard.
“Hate is a very mean word…” scolded Zerime.
“I know a lot of words that suit you much better. Want to hear them?” retorted Torri.
Zerime thought about it, then dematerialized and went into her bracelet.

Torri sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time that day, then walked under the clearing in the trees.
Looking up at the clouds, she said, “I hope I remember how to do this…”
Then, in a flurry of maroon feathers, she sprouted wings.
It wasn’t only the wings that changed; her eyes became a shade of crimson red, and her entire outfit became different. Now, instead of her casual jacket and shirt, she wore a red vest with a brown shirt underneath, her spring/fall uniform. She also had jeans on, and brown sneakers. On her was a beige tool bag. She reached in and took out a pair of navy, open fingered, elbow high gloves. After putting them on, she took out the final touch: dual miniscythes (that share one sheath, by the way), crafted by the finest Angelclaw metalworkers. Finally, she was ready to take off.
Torri jumped in the air, then flapped furiously. She was panting by the time she reached the top. Righting herself, she began a steady glide above the suburban streets below.
“That looked pretty hard,” commented Zerime.
“It was,” replied Torri. She reached into her bag and felt around, finally snatching her APS, or Aviation Positioning System.
She punched in a few numbers, then pressed GO. It calculated the altitude and distance Torri would have to go to reach the Angelclaw training facilities, or ACTF. Most people pronounced it “Actif.”
“ASCEND 30 FEET. SLIGHT LEFT BANK IN ½ MILE.”
Torri did as the APS told. She rose up until the little monitor on the left of the screen said 70 feet, then turned left ever so slightly. Finally, she found herself in front of a large cliff. Circling around, she looked for the square shaped patch of dead grass.
“Found it,” she said to herself. Torri descended to the ground.
Directly in front of the square was a large rock face. To human eyes it was nothing more than a rock, but to Angelclaw, it was a door to the Actif. Torri opened it and walked in.
It was surprisingly school-like inside the cliff. There was a hall, with water fountains and classrooms. On the left were the dorms, for long term trainees. On the right were the classes. Just up ahead were large training gyms, with several obstacles and things like that.
“What room was it again?” asked Torri.
“174, I think.”

There were supposed to be italics in it... but they disappeared crying

Ah well~ Doesn't matter biggrin

I already showed Ron this so whatever. whee